Your Vanilla

vanilla scent

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shower cascades down as
steam rises it brings
a delicious moment
and i inhale the
fragrance of
vanilla

it carries me along
as the breeze does
a flight of fancy
eyes closed
i lean toward
a revery

i breathe in the scent
of candles of
fresh vanilla sent
to me of you
and your
memory

found in a distant past
to the smell of
baking in your
kitchen with
warm cookies
but alas

i realize you are gone
but you are here
and really never
far as i inhale
always your
vanilla

© February 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-craft-of-poetry/

Night Unfolds

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Image © Hannes Jung

i have no memory
of times now flown
memory is veiled
or covered ‘oer

life’s brilliant moments
have yet to arrive
to grace my path
as an incoming tide

colors gold, silver, copper
unnoticed and diffused
grace other lives
a parsimonious ruse

days are now dark
running all together
as flocks of crows
amassing black feathers

caress filtered light of day
plaintive cries of my soul
blind of what i cannot see
another winter night unfolds

© January 2013
Renee Espriu

Memory Fleeting

between pages
torn and weathered
i see you there upon the
rustic bookshelves
in my mind
calling out my name
as if

i’m meant to hear but
naught are echoes of your
voice unclear as i run
barefoot through
my childhood years
seeing

you smiling back at me
sharing our own
private joke
my memory fleeting
your image fades
to grey tones

© November 2012
Renee Espriu

My mother has been gone for nearly five years now but she is never far away from me. She would have been 85 yrs old on November 13th. Happy Birthday Mom!

Memorie’s Ghost Child

children playing tag ball                               
‘now you’re it!’
you can’t see me playing
at their heals a bit

memories’ ghost child
behind the tree
child playing tag counting
doesn’t notice me

she floats along gray shadows
today’s yesteryear
bare feet and laughter
mimic in their ears

they hose each other down
a hot summer’s day
while she plays alongside
age has no sway

after they’ve gone inside
she plays on
forever free of life’s cares
a ghost child’s song

© June 2012 Renee Espriu

Travertine Images

Travertine images
carved with features
etched lovingly in
musical sweetness

guarded by a
treble clef                                           
a song melodious
as an Angel choir

the day dusk as
barely candle lit
the flame wavers
we all walk

the path of our
memories knowing
we are never
alone in our

twilight hours as
solace is found
in travertine
images

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

Memories Keeper

Dreams softly edged in gold
viewed only by the keeper

Landscape as a vista unfolds
velvet-black night the sleeper

Memories of a life untold
’til morning wakes a slumber

Dreams softly edged in gold
viewed only by the keeper

© December 2011 Renee Espriu

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Music’s Memory

Musical notes wrap themselves
around her like charms on a
bracelet touching her skin
B Flats, C Sharps, staccato
dancing lightly tapping out
rhythms on her silvery hair

Ivory keys fill the spaces
between now and then when her
fingertips drew out singing
loft choirs yet teaching a
soloist the uniqueness in
using a voice as instrument

Images fleeting now seen but
dimly as through the clouded
lens of a camera losing it’s
battle to store more images in
memory’s photographic pages
holding lyrics of song books

Musical notes wrap themselves
around her like charms on a
bracelet touching her skin
B Flats, C Sharps, staccato
dancing lightly tapping out
rhythms on her silvery hair

© November 2011 Renee Espriu

Upon posting the quote from Helen Keller it gave me pause to remember a most loved pianist and organist whose love and passion for music helped me to understand that not all voices are the same and the uniqueness of some is a gift. Some of us, at times, do stand alone. This is dedicated to Dorothy, who after years of dedication to playing for church choirs and soloists lost her sight and could no longer play but only listen to the music she loved.

Shards of Rainbow Glass

Carefully placed
kaleidoscope
close to her eye
slowly turning
viewing colored,
broken shards
glass that forms
patterns
that she tries to
capture
each one a distant
meaning
in her memory

Beginning to turn
ever faster
cylinder
grasped gently
pieces of
rainbow colors
hinged
collide to try
connecting
bringing emotions
joyous sapphire
touching
crimson anger

The world fades
disconnected
pulling her along
whirlwind confusion
tied to wonderment
jagged edges
glass threatening
images retract
imploding
telescoping then
she’s gone
kaleidoscope
remaining

© November 2011 Renee Espriu

Thought I would give you some information on the history of the kaleidoscope, which I absolutely love and have a few of them, myself. Hope you enjoy!

Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope is a circle of mirrors containing loose, colored objects such as beads or pebbles and bits of glass. As the viewer looks into one end, light entering the other end creates a colorful pattern, due to the reflection off the mirrors. Coined in 1817 by Scottish inventor Sir David Brewster,[1] the word “kaleidoscope” is derived from the Ancient Greek καλ(ός) (beauty, beautiful), είδο(Ï‚) (form, shape) and -σκόπιο (tool for examination)—hence “observer of beautiful forms.” [2]

Design

Kaleidoscopes operate on the principle of multiple reflection, where several mirrors are attached together. Typically there are three rectangular lengthwise mirrors. Setting the mirrors at a 45-degree angle creates eight duplicate images of the objects, six at 60°, and two at 90°. As the tube is rotated, the tumbling of the coloured objects presents the viewer with varying colours and patterns. Any arbitrary pattern of objects shows up as a beautiful symmetrical pattern created by the reflections in the mirrors. A two-mirror model yields a pattern or patterns isolated against a solid black background, while a three-mirror (closed triangle) model yields a pattern that fills the entire field.

For a 2D-symmetry group, a kaleidoscopic point is a point of intersection of two or more lines of reflection symmetry. In a discrete group, the angle between consecutive lines is 180°/n for an integer n≥2. At this point there are n lines of reflection symmetry, and the point is a center of n-fold rotational symmetry. See also symmetry combinations.

Modern kaleidoscopes are made with brass tubes, stained glass, wood, steel, gourds and almost any other material an artist can sculpt or manipulate. The part of the kaleidoscope containing objects to be viewed is the ‘object chamber’ or ‘object cell’. Object cells may contain almost any material. Sometimes the object cell is filled with liquid so the items float and move through the object cell with slight movement from the person viewing.

History

Patterns as seen through a kaleidoscope tube
Sir David Brewster began work leading towards invention of the kaleidoscope in 1815 when he was conducting experiments on light polarization[1] but it was not patented until two years later.[3] His initial design was a tube with pairs of mirrors at one end, pairs of translucent disks at the other, and beads between the two. Brewster chose renowned achromatic lens developer Philip Carpenter as the sole manufacturer of the kaleidoscope in 1817. It proved to be a massive success with two hundred thousand kaleidoscopes sold in London and Paris in just three months. Realising that the company could not meet this level of demand Brewster requested permission from Carpenter on 17 May 1818 for the device to be made by other manufacturers, to which he agreed.[4] Initially intended as a science tool, the kaleidoscope was later copied as a toy. Brewster later believed he would make money from this popular invention; however, a fault in his patent application allowed others to copy his invention.[1]

Cozy Baker (d. October 19, 2010)—founder of The Brewster Kaleidoscope Society—collected kaleidoscopes and wrote books about a few of the artists making them in the 1970s through 2000. Baker is credited with energizing a renaissance in kaleidoscope-making in America. In 1999 a short-lived magazine dedicated to kaleidoscopes—Kaleidoscope Review—was published, covering artists, collectors, dealers, events, and including how-to articles. This magazine was created and edited by Brett Bensley, at that time a well-known kaleidoscope artist and resource on kaleidoscope information.

Craft galleries often carry a few kaleidoscopes, while other enterprises specialize in them, carrying dozens of different types from different artists and craftspeople.

For-Get-Me-Nots

For-Get-Me-Nots grown in my mind
twisting amongst stems and leaves
where thus she  planted them
flowers forever are blooming

For-Get-Me-Not seeds lie deep
within my memory of lives woven
fast as the thread of all blankets
wrapped ’round for all eternity

For-Get-Me-Not petals whispering
in my ear..forget me not…forget
me not…please forget me not as
I recall and wipe away a tear

For-Get-Me-Nots within my heart
I listen content to the soft
promises I once so easily made
I will forever not once forget

                                       © August 2011 Renee Espriu

Just a couple of years before my mother died she sent a Birthday Card,   as she had done every year for all of my life, but within held a packet of seeds…For-Get-Me-Nots. In her own way she knew her time was growing short and it was her way of asking me indirectly what she could not ask me.  I found a new site that has this name and it brought this to my mind. This is for mom.