The distant thunder of
apologetic sighs
creeps unheeded into
our days and nights
giving us pause to
consider again
how much it means to
have family and friends
pulls at our hearts to
correct and make right
the ills of all wrongs of
sufferings and plights
The distand thunder of
apologetic sighs
creeps unheeded into
our days and nights
© March 2012
Renee Espriu
Why do I worry about you so               
because you are part of
my heart and soul
your soft baby skin
your twinkling brown eyes
caused me to smile and
then to sigh
from the moment they laid
you in my arms I was
captivated by your charms                            Image by Anne GeddesÂ
to know I was chosen to ride
with you on life’s journey
in all that you do now
a woman with children too
so why do I worry and
love you so because
you are part of my
heart and soul
© March 2012
Renee Espriu
We will make it                            
through as
navigators of days
dimly lit like
a heavy mist
ribboned fog
promising
light at the end of
a tunnel opening
wide telescoping
like the lens of
a camera
filled
dreams dipped in
a satin rainbow
tangible enough
to touch the
softness
sliding upon
skin of shoulders
warmed by sun of
a new day
dawning liquid
like fire that
never burns
quenching a thirst
with glacier waters
without ice
where our spirits
fly free above
all battles
fought
knowing victory is
but a gift a
knowledge of
the heart
life’s journey
only the
path
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
She remembers freedom
like a forest trail
following her
beckoning
tree branches tender
caressing
showing her
heart’s desire as
budding leaves
green but
not with envy
her muse following
not as a shadow
but as one
privy to life’s
secrets
wound ’round about
as vines clinging
to tree trunks
laden but with
no regrets
dancing on fallen
leaves
a gift of her
imagination
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Crystallization of promises
empty, bereft, void of
new beginnings
tattered remnants of
wind-blown flags
announcing images
hewn on stone
an audience of one
behind closed doors
only visions of
dreams becoming
something more
brandishing a looking
glass tantamount to
something tangible
discovery of
peace in living
as oneself believing                      
unbridled freedom as
passion limited only
by closed doors
opened by
estuaries limitless
pathways giving
into possibilities
a cryptic meaning
rhythmic beating of
a heart still waiting
Discovering that the
Door is Always Open
© January 2012 Renee Espriu
Trepidation follows my
heart to cling to me
as a shadow
following me
always close
tugging at my sleeve
with whispered angst
urging me to worry
plying my thoughts
with tumultuous yearning
to follow a path
leading nowhere
but to the
depths of despair but
I cannot as I
turn my head
sever the chain
that binds me and
walk away for only
letting go
gives me the freedom
that I seek
that gives me peace
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
Prisms of color are touching the
corners of my mind with images of
ferry rides across unsettling
oceans of water a transport to
buildings of monumental size and
walls trimmed out with barbed wire
uninviting and cold beckoning with
unseeing eyes holding lives unable
to live, unable to speak their
truth with no one to listen but
unmoving walls devoid of a heart
bereft of a soul because when you
enter your life is no longer your
own and your spirit apart alone
© September 2011 Renee Espriu
           Fillagreed edges of
           my heart like laced
           edges of a doily
            winding round as
            secret passages
           in the labyrinth
           of another world
© July 2011 Renee Espriu
Life beckons perpetrating innocence
unaware of unknown substances
coursing through veins imitating
blood in the guise of ink, of lead,
breathing life into that emptiness
now flowing as meaningful a a
river swift, unrelenting as the
heart pounding in her chest,
giving rise to words of beauty,
some profound, all with passion as
poured out onto paper with artistry
becoming life and all
else is but whispers in
the wind
                                        © June 2011 Renee Espriu
Sitting still cloaked in a
dewy mist covering her
body as a safety net of
tiny droplets settling on
each tiny hair, on the
lashes of her eyes
Listening intently trying to
hear sounds…of what, of
anything beyond her
soft breathing captured,
held within the mist, let
go in heart beats
Timeless memories to
tinder igniting emblazoned
parodies of countless
choices left as discarded
remnants scattered beyond
hands clasped tightly
Sitting still the mist begins
dissipating, embarking to
distant places, unknown
others, abandoning her
efforts to become invisible
within its’ embrace
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
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