hibiscus grows beautiful
reds
oranges
yellows
i see them through your eyes
eyes no longer seeing
& the mockingbird sings
no song of his own
as the sun sets
spilling light
over those things
you left
for us to love
© December 2013
Renee Espriu
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change comes quickly
sometimes
just as we knew it would
not unlike an unwanted
intruder…silently
entering
with stealth
in darkness
waiting, just waiting…
remember how
we would wait
a game of hide ‘n seek
with only the
street lamps lit
casting shadows and
you hoped it
wasn’t yours
and then
you were found out
even though
you thought you were
hidden
and we did think so
didn’t we
safe from the
trappings
of life
in our home with a
door closed to who…
to the intruders,
of course…and
to change
but with the
light of day
it all is
clear
like a mirrored
reflection
in cut crystal glasses
but not so…
really
as the crystal is
but jagged pieces
and sharp edges
juxtaposed
fitting but not so
as a piece
here and there
slips
out of view
out of our view and
what do we do
but wait and wait
or turn about
like a kaleidoscope
to view something
else…new
for the domino pieces
do begin their fall
from him to her and
on and on as
change keeps coming
putting in motion
a game of
cause and effect
an unknowing
without warning but life
has no sounding
bells
no alarms ringing
to alert us that
it is here for
change comes
quickly
© May 2013
Renee Espriu
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you set waiting amongst others of your kind
housing the large harp within your casing
standing upright and waiting for that one
that would love you enough to once again
lovingly ply your ivory keys with passionate
longing to coax musical notes waiting to
escape the dust that has settled upon them
in an effort to come alive, notes chording
to no longer set idle in bitter loneliness
but belong in the midst of those that would
wipe away the weary years with but a touch
of shine from joyous tears that melodies sign
will rise like timeless orchestrated sighs
bringing rays of light into lives one true
measure you will no longer wait in silence
but fill empty hours with unending pleasure
© March 2013
Renee Espriu
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alive and vibrant in their spirits
one moment all smiles and the next
gone leaving us wondering why
looking for answers to bring light
for their smiles and spirits bright
wondrous creatures in their spirits
teaching life lessons in the moment
imparting words of wisdom to us
leaving us to look for the light
for their smiles and spirits bright
amazing we had them amongst us
to give all the love that they had
now angels watching ‘oer families
brilliantly shining radiant light
spirits remaining shining ever bright
© December 2012
Renee Espriu
I have thought the past few days if I should write something for these souls taken from life and from families in such tragic events for it is difficult even for so many of us who do not know, and yet we do, these people who were caught up in another’s troubled life, only to become part of it in the end.  I can relate as a mother, grandmother and one who loves to teach and see others learn. These are but a smattering of my thoughts as my heart goes out to those in Connecticut.
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light spills from
the street lamp
pooling at your feet
a rainy evening
reflecting images
dancing one
upon another
setting the tone
for raindrops
musical serenade
© November 2012
Renee Espriu
wee small hours of the morning        
call to me with the voice of
the Mockingbird’s yearning
calling out lyrics and notes
not his own but achingly
captured in his own throat
darkness hiding winged form
musical song simply rising
listen to quell the storm
awaken your soul come with me
symphony, sonnet now mine
taken to sing so lovingly
there he is with stolen song
trilling with great pleasure
beckoning me to sing along
creating light in the night sky
patterned prism colors rising
rapt audience of one sublime
longing for a song of his own
to widen the net of listeners
as though his voice has flown
but he knows only other’s muse
so claim them he does one by one
singing again without any ruse
wee small hours of the morning
call to me with the voice of
the Mockingbird’s yearning
© June 2012
Renee Espriu
During my visit here in sunny Southern California I was awakened to the sound of this beautiful creature’s song like no other. The Mocking Bird has no song of his own but when he sings all the songs of all the other birds it is as though a resonate sound of an orchestra has filled the morning hours.
Imagine airwaves filled with energy
amazing light the aura of a rainbow
imagine dreams coming true and a
 destiny fulfilled pure as creation
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’
Imagine all this energy holding the
radiance of calm and healing to be
with a sick child in a hospital room
holding the hand of grieving parents
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’
Imagine hope given freely and comfort
to those in poverty barely living and
those walking the streets without any
home to go to, wrapped warm and fed
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’
Imagine peace amongst warring nations
with people held in the grip of pain
death surrounding them and threatening
to take them walking heads held proud
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’
Imagine lands with disease caused by
 catastrophic storms where hope seems to
abandon and no future seems left open
now rebuilding, surviving, planning
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’
Imagine airwaves filled with energy
amazing light the aura of a rainbow
imagine dreams coming true and a
 destiny fulfilled pure as creation
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’
© October 2011 Renee Espriu
My oldest daughter has struggled so with her Lupus and continues to rise above when others would have long given up and my youngest daughter somehow is still here after being in an accident that could have taken her life or worse and she is still here and well. Sometimes it is difficult to Not Believe that there is something more, something beyond all comprehension. I, for one, believe in the possibility.
Intricate orbs of light
penetrating infinitesimal
galaxies illuminating
eternally the human path
© September 2011 Renee Espriu
Do you hear the whimsy doodle
from the spider in her lair
Do you know what she is waiting
for on silken threads as hair
Do you see her plump round belly
as she preens in silent rapture
Do you detect how important for
her to make an ultimate capture
She is making ready her silken
lair for many more to join her
She is hoping to feed them all
when an insect is dinner fanfare
Do you hear the whimsy doodle
from the spider in her lair
Do you know what she is waiting
for on silken threads as hair
She waits for all her little ones
bitty spiders to be coming soon
She waits to feed them dinner fare
beneath the night-light moon
© August 2011 Renee Espriu
This is my first piece on my site that will hopefully entertain children. I had thought to make a separate place for children’s pieces but not sure how I might do that yet. I use to write years ago for my children and those pieces are gone. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
Glistening tendrils of curly hair twisting as tender grape vines framing her face as sleep overcomes pulling at eyes and lashes bringing dreams beneath the moon a silver sliver of light spilling across a smiling face taking her running across sun drenched fields of wild flowers where serenity is never an illusion but life’s continuing answer to Spirit’s dancing
music a soul’s peaceful step’s journeying
© July 2011 Renee Espriu
Spirit Dancer: Native American Indians perform ceremonial dances (originally during the Winter months) to personify their respective guardian Spirits and participants dress in costumes that represent  those Spirits, for example a Bear, Wolf, or Eagle and others.
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