Life – Page 7

August 23, 2012

Quintessential

quintessential rhythms of life
pull at her like unforseen
threads tight and strong
like the chubby tiny fingers
connected to grasping arms

of all the children in her
past, present and future
calling her name as tears
were shed or laughter came
as words calmed their fears

quintessential rhythms of life
like breathing out and in
waking with each sun streaked
sky to watch patient each day
for the moon that will rise
to bring sleep’s calm sway

hoping that energy comes alive
as she wakes again dreaming
of bits and pieces of life
a reel on a camera fast forward
traveling at the speed of light

each year pages flipped in a
book the story not finished but
look and be quick as six decades
creep silent a tendriled vine
quintessential rhythms of life

Some people have grief over reaching age 30, 40 or even 50. Those were easy for me but this year is a milestone 60 years fast approaching and it is my turn to feel as though life has gone way too fast. Writing always helps.

August 19, 2012August 19, 2012

The Admirable “Mouse”

i yearn for the simplicity
of writing
fingers wrapped ’round
pen or pencil
bringing to life
unchoreographed
tidings

unlike walking into a
warehouse office store to
view the most admirable
‘mouse’ required in
every household
adored

awaiting the newest owner
to purchase them
taking one home to
begin the commencement
of writing via
keyboard

until i realize there seems
to be a disconnect
between my
un-furried friend and me
nothing moving
or seen

my anxiety growing if words
cannot flow i make my
way back to the ‘super’
warehouse office store
talking to youth
in an uproar

he pointedly states that
‘it shouldn’t be
that hard’
i point out the vast
difference in age
setting the stage

i turn on my heel to leave
him there
returning to my
mouse companion
only to find he has now
settled in

i again yearn for the
simplicity of
writing once again
fingers wrapped ’round’
pencil or pen

How frustrated can one become I found out today when my mouse died and found I was lost without him. Going in search of a new one and then trying to connect him was a new experience as this one does not plug in. Go figure! It probably would have been easier to simply pick up a pen and paper but as everyone seems to be, I too am tied into the world of technology and could not begin until my mouse was once again working.

June 8, 2012

Thread of Life

she is gone and like
the spider web’s
silken thread
becoming unraveled

by a brief gust
of wind you insert
needle with thread
continuing to

weave life into
patterns of loving
understanding and
forgiveness of

why you could not
be there
when she left
to say good-bye

© June 2012

Renee Espriu

May 13, 2012

She Never Told Me

she never told me
who she was
attaching herself
to me as calmly as a
shroud, a winding sheet

nudging me ever so
slightly like a shadow
ever-present even
after the sun
diminishes in the sky

she never told me why
her hair was short
whilst mine was
braided long with
ribbons twisted in
colored fashion

my body captured in
dresses and hers
a bit of shorts and
summer shirt bare
feet running past

my own in shiny black
leather reaching for
conformity, acceptance,
approval but sadness
overwhelming as i

looked back to see her
smile to beckon me
closer to not look
back at life come
lately heartless
without forgiveness

she never told me
who she was as i
took her hand in mine
holding tightly we
twirled dancing
free, cutting

loose the winding sheet
collecting our shadow
unto ourself as we
sped toward loving

who we had to become
she never told me
who she was
she did not have to
for she was me

April 30, 2012April 30, 2012

FALLS

a shower FALLS down
over her
much like being
captured beneath the
thundering FALLS

high on a mountain top
but hot enough to
sooth away the pain

a permanence that
permeates her body
after a day of
living life every
day of her life

she closes her eyes
letting water drops
run down her face
her hair in
rivulets

expanding awareness
but never giving
answers of a time
without pain and
she smiles

“but is sad to think
of people whose
lives are cut
short”

by disease, by the
bullet sent forth
from a soldier’s gun
of the gun on the
streets of an
inner city

lives created and
barely breathed by
tiny infants or
those without
lives

enclosed in a world
of mental illness
a life inside
their own mind
a prisoner

she sighs and breathes
deeply because
pain can be lived
with, can be part
of a life

tomorrow will come
again rain or shine
as she relishes
the quiet
letting the shower

wash away the pain
her spirit rising
beneath the
WATER’S FALL

April 4, 2012

Penury Dreams

Earth cracked and dried
a forgotten parchment
emanating nothing, not
even dust to hold the
barren roots unable to
sustain him any longer
he rests boughs leafless

penury dreams as the old
growth tree that he is he
reminisces about expanses
of forests that will one
day come to pass when the
youth of new trees planted
once again bring new life

February 26, 2012

Field of Wild Flowers and Queen Anne’s Lace

She summons the courage to
propel herself forward
back in time past school
yards covered in dirt
surrounded by chain link
fences with children
playing nursery rhymes

but all she really wants
is to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

She wills herself to run
past youthful wiles of
teen age pessimism all
heart’s emotions a roller
coaster played out in a
game of self-fulfilling
hurt of loveless guiles

but all she really wants
is to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

She takes determined steps
past hopeful dreams
anchored in the concrete
of city streets and high
rise buildings with a
widening gap of poverty
and wealthy ego schemes

but all she really wants
is to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

She propels herself forward
past everything gone to
here and now trying to find
her spirit at last letting
go of the trappings of life
free to love and give back
passion of life in flying

so then she can finally be
able to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

February 25, 2012

Life Fleeting

Fragility of
life
fleeting as a
flame
created by
striking a
match

January 25, 2012January 25, 2012

Satin Rainbow

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 11, 2012January 11, 2012

#10 Small Stone: Web of Life

Life strong as a spider
web holding life and
holding death never as
strong as we imagine
fragile enough to be
broken apart never to
actually be grasped