The wind has calmed today
its’ assault upon the land
driven not as yesterday
rain still is falling down
the rivers will still rise
but will abate with time
no doves were on the wing
drifting down so silently
but doves have now returned
to softly settle on the ground
from the corner of my eye
grey, white feathers falling
© December 2019 Renee Espriu
Image Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
Closing my eyes dream like synapses
coalesce images of youthful fears
tainted by mountain high and
valley lows of emotions
feathered wings in flight I fancied
releasing me from my humble dawning
with the smell of lemons and lilacs
growing against a backdrop of cement
tainted with the odors of asphalt
on the other side of town peppered
with factory workers, shop owners
life ached for gleaming upscale as
housewives tended children crying
dutiful lives of status quo
but only dreams took me flying
into the darkness of night
smelling of sweet honeysuckle
scaling walls of rising freedom
as now all dreams of tender youth
have left me I no longer fear
nor struggle from whence I came
for the spring of my soul
bubbles forth a peace within
© January 2018 Renee Espriu
She traveled north
with her husband she chose
based on society’s mores
his decision accepted based
on her need to fly
trading asphalt and concrete
for a similar landscape
peppered with evergreens
leaving behind her self
melting in the heat of day
preparing for a rain cleansing
her of tainted memories
she traded her self-identity
with the prospect of years
rearing children alone
in unfamiliar landscape
needing to fly
always tethered & wings clipped
by a ritual of custom
her wings a rainbow
coloring her inside and out
brightened by the sun
dampened by the rain
her self conflicted interests
birds fly home to roost and nest
innate to their very being
so each time she returned to
her place of birth she
fell into memories
coming to know her colored feathers
of self would always remain
inside no matter
the need to fly
© April 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/04/19/the-same-old-self-delusions-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt/comment-page-1/. The photo below is taken from the Morgue file and digitized by myself.
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