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Turtle Rainstick

The tall piece of bamboo sets in the corner
as though keeping the walls from colliding
with the aboriginal turtle in mustard yellow hues
keeping a silent vigil, a respite, as the rain
signals a force of nature outside my window

I am reminded that I am a creature of water
my molecular being silent within a human shell

the wonder of a million droplets from a cloud
forming a single raindrop is mind boggling
as they gather in rhythmic action

creating puddles, streams, rivers, waterfalls
cascading exponentially into vast oceans
a home for other water beings living
within a life-giving force

and I listen in amazement at the symphony
that brings life to the earth I live on
where brilliant colors of flowers bloom
in gardens tended and meadows flourish
on mountains

replete with nature’s abundance of creatures
beasts walking the land and flocks of birds
taking flight tenured with bird song

am I not enraptured to know my heart
still beats within its fluidic capsule embrace
of the water that holds me ensconced
in safe keeping

that when the rain thus ceases its’ melodic sounds
the bamboo stick awaits but my touch
yearning to recreate rain’s wondrous music
the timeless aboriginal turtle
warm beneath my hand

© May 2019 Renee Espriu

Background Bamboo Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Overlain With My Take On Aboriginal Turtle Art

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Purveyor of Dreams

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Digitally Created as Art

Dream Purveyor

I am not a purveyor of dreams
for sleepless nights are undressed
and shorn of innocence
peppered weary of thoughts
like thorns

not even scented with night orchids
nor born of water lilies nocturne
viewed less in colored
prisms dim

for I do not fly weightless
high above the earth
casting giant shadows
beneath the light of the moon
revealing me integral
in the realm
of hope
of desire

I cannot be the purveyor of dreams
for life’s knowing opens
only to one garnering dreams
in nights deepest sleep
with orchids fragrant
and water lilies
a buoy for the ecstasy
of flight

Perhaps the purveyor of dreams
is illusive, a hidden vestige
of night’s firmament
for to purvey dreams
one must hold onto them
one must dream

© May 2018 Renee Espriu

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Dreams of Flight

i-will-be

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

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Hummingbird Mishap

She had never seen such a tiny bird thus her first introduction to it was one of total surprise. A sunny day as always and she played outside as all that lived there from the roses, bushes and trees were enough to make her happy. If it were up to her she would spend all of her time there for even some insects caused the curiosity in her to grow except, of course, that of spiders. She learned to stay clear of them for she grew up learning that some were not welcome, such as the Black Widow, so therefore she felt it best to leave them be.

It would have been a day like any other, she playing and exploring but it was about to change and cause her wonder she had not known there was. Her father was busy doing what fathers did in a garage and she paid him no mind, really. He, at one point, set the sprinkler to watering the grass and she watched as he did so.

She would remember it always. One minute things were as they always had been of a sun warmed day and the next the fastest creature with wings lay upside down on the concrete patio. She marveled at it and asked what it was. Her father turned and looked down with a smile, walked over and gave the little bird a nudge with his finger. It suddenly flipped itself over and was off faster than a blink of an eye.

Heart beating excitement
a wonder of flight
seeking flower nectar

“It’s a Hummingbird”, he said. “You don’t often see them because they are so fast.” I stood speechless and marveled it had been so close.

© August 2017 Renee Espriu

The art piece below is one I finished to go with this story. I used acrylics, watercolor and something to increase the life of the acrylics so they wouldn’t dry quite as fast while I worked. It is done on canvas. Lately I am feeling rather like a chemist with my paints but enjoying the process.

Marvel of Flight

 

 

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***Flight of A Fashion***

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.

Colored Flight

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Flight Paths

roots_tree_on_Sherbourne
Google Image

creation of time
runs deep
like flight paths
too deeply settled
beneath the ground
to access

but as they work their
way to the surface
we tenderly
navigate them
holding on

in an effort to soar
to take flight
once again
bringing us
closer to the sun

like tender new
shoots of life
still waiting
awash with expectation
that a new day
will begin

© July 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

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Year of The Dragon

dragon gold
Google Image

born in the year
of the dragon
apart from
all the others
always longing to
take flight
hold tight
to the rough scales

like chain mail
that can either
protect you or
bring you down
spiraling toward
earthbound
or is it made

like origami birds
light as air to
release you there
amongst the clouds
with your dragon tail
breathing

dragon breath of
fire and mist to
give you the strength
you need in
storm’s release for
you were born in
the year
of the dragon

© May 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

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Unfurled & Rising

Crow

Google Image

her thoughts take flight
like a flock of birds
their wings unfurled
& rising like a
plume of smoke

only to tumble down
to earth
as though
pierced through
by arrows

so when the rain comes
they are carried swift
crashing
over waterfalls
to be dashed
against boulders

for she longs for calm
that may only come
when they settle
in a pool
of clear water
becoming smooth
as river stones
at rest

© May 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

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Fluttering Black Taffeta

winter’s sky holds images
winged birds in
flight fluttering
black taffeta
dotting the
horizon

black birds blend in
grey skies
amidst giant
evergreen trees
branches waving

as leafy arms
in the wind but I
remain safe and warm
cloistered within
 home as sanctuary

waiting for warmer breezes
to return along with
voices of songbirds
heralding in
spring

© February 2012
Renee Espriu