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.
***Dovetailed***
Uncover the striated complexity
Of the ethnically diverse
Like compressed layers
Of sediment
Accumulated by every person
Over the vast expanse
Of time carrying
Us forward
Where there is no playing field
But only discovering
Dovetailed links
One beginning
Do not espouse your perfection
But embrace all hearts
Open all doors
To differences
Skin colors bright as rainbows
Lifestyle only as life
All disabilities
Works of art
To those who hold disease
As angels upholding us
Giving us strength
To carry on
Strength is only in creation
Of those understanding
acceptance as grace
with eyes open
do not eschew sameness of all
but uniqueness of design
remembering beauty
of complex diversity
these are the coalesced wonders
bringing all life together
increments of being
pinpoints of light
© January 2017 Renee Espriu
This was first published in Jamie Dedes’ Bezine in the January Issue. I am now posting it here. In order to read more of this issue please visit at https://thebezine.com.
This Image Was Taken From The Morgue File & Digitized by Myself.
Inkwell Legacy
Reminiscent of a
time when inkwells
held secrets of
auspicious authors
when they dipped
their quills
inside and with
a flourish of
script containing
dots and crosses
left their legacy
to span time
connecting their
hearts and souls to
ours
© February 2012
Renee Espriu
Inkwell
An inkwell is a small jar or container, often made of glass, porcelain, silver, brass, or pewter, used for holding ink in a place convenient for the person who is writing. The artist or writer dips the brush, quill, or dip pen into the inkwell as needed or uses the inkwell as the source for filling the reservoir of a fountain pen
#14 Small Stone: Loving Light
Surely the light will
fade and grow dim as
loved ones leave us
behind but most surely
they remain within
our loving hearts
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
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