Turbulent seas crash upon the shore oceans wailing while sweeping footprints from the sand from the sand footprints of those made by hearts no longer beating When did the beauty vanish behind shuttered lives in darkness while voices scream on distant shores surrounded now by "silence" Howling winds blow keening trees trembling leafs cry tears of pantone buried beneath a blanket of needles covering the earth a resting place for hearts abandoned alone When did the beauty vanish behind shuttered lives in darkness while voices scream on distant shores surrounded now by "silence" © Renee Espriu Photo is my own.Welcome to all of my visitors who have kept coming throughout my extended absence here. I am posting a writing today that is as inspired as it is somber. I was in my last year of high school when the Vietnam war raged on to take lives of well over a million. The music during that time reached some of those who would rally against such times as these and to this day this music stays with me. History will always repeat itself and times will change but war and the path of destruction and death will continue to be that which is made by greed and power. I won't explain here as I am certain there are many who will understand of what I write. Two musicians and lyricists continue to inspire and their music will continue to be relevant within our history. They are Pete Seeger whose music is "Where Have All The Flowers Gone" and Simon and Garfunkel whose music is "The Sound of Silence". Both are powerful in the message they send. I hear their music always and feel it within my heart pleading people to not only 'hear' but to 'listen' and to be those who not only 'talk' but those who speak', to not be oblivious to what is happening in our world, to not live in darkness or in silence. Be mindful of all those who have given their lives and those lives which have been taken. Be mindful and learn from those mistakes made and the world will once again see and remember all that has come before.
Remnants Loved
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we might walk along
the ocean shore
to collect driftwood
a carnage
i implore
washed here from
other distant lands
or linger as i do now
in your embrace
listening to words
that will leave
no sign or trace
we have been here as
the wind and sea
carry footprints
away so effortlessly
but tell me only
of your
passion filled heart
and do not share
that which you
should not impart
of secrets once shared
with another heart true
who you left for a time
 so that you
 could walk with me
 here to collect driftwood
 washed smooth and clean
remnants loved and
left by the sea
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/
Espadrille Footprints
I remember her walking
leaving espadrille
footprints on the
sandy shore
cosmic dust in the
evening sky a
star dust stream
settling amidst
diamond particles
in the sand
each step taken by
tide’s wavy hands
greedy seaweed
grasping broken
shells
she stares upon the
open sea
gazing hungrily
needing moon beams
to become a
path
taking her away
as dreamers
often do to
another land
a distant
horizon
when I next look
her footsteps
remain to
be swept away
in the foamy
tide as only the
espadrilles
remain
© February 2012 Renee Espriu
Impressions
Walking along the sandy beaches
wind pushing against her like
swimming against the current
she is reminded of childhood
gone as though memories spent
when each day meant another
Sand making its’ way into her
shoes, into her clothes pulled
close around her as she hugs
herself closely, eyeing the
waves crash, incoming tides
leaving seaweed in her midst
Impressions of footprints she
leaves follow her briefly to
be washed away by salty brine
as the tears quickly mix with
ocean spray to erase all time
of a sun’s warming afterglow
The day sets quickly behind a
horizon displayed of reflected
colors on a watery ocean glass
rendering her figure merely a
dark silhouette lost to a past
as the sea reclaims the shore
© November 2011 Renee Espriu




