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musical notes hidden
mountain ash
clustered berries dance
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i visualize in the warmth of the sun
or in the darkest hours of night
healing is held in the gift of seeing
i see between the wind blown leaves
pause each raindrop as it is falling
everything stops but my breathing
i listen to the silence all around
even in the midst of all the chaos
molecules of life touching gently
i close my eyes for a moment in between
for dreamers will always be dreaming
music notes orchestrate birth and death
i feel the strings of instruments hold me
soft as satin and stronger then webs of silk
healing is found in a moment of peace
i visualize oceans and mountains colliding
creating new life as gentle flowering buds
death can never be the ultimate ending
i see myself walking an ocean shoreline
by the still spray of a wave before it crashes
peace is standing between raindrops as they pause
i see there briefly a place my mind rests
devoid of wars, disease, famine and otherness
healing is held in the gift of seeing
what could be if only for a moment in time
© October 2016 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
This was first published at the Bezine where you can read more posts on their current topic of Rituals For Peace, Healing and Unity at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com.
i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd
we are some of us but onlookers
those eddies along the tide
at times we are in the middle
funneled down in the churning mass
at times we break free in a quest
for our soul’s solace, peaceful rest
i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd
music soothes me wrapped in its’ notes
talking to my restless muse in repose
night is filled as an ebony blackboard
only ever broken by the swift tide
i listen as the current takes them
much as rapids toward the waterfall
i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd
i also know that each life i do touch
will change the life i am living
i will emerge from the whirling funnel
though i may be going against the tide
i will embrace each moment of silence
let it surround me with its’ song
i will cherish each life that touches me
even as they vanish with morning sun
i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are passing glances in a crowd
© October 2016 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
There is always hope peace will come
if not encompassed in the living
most certainly not in the dying
but in increments of moving forward
Making changes interacting with others
knowing that even in differences
we are all connected in commonalities
That loving & laughing in twilight hours
should be brought into the light of day
broaching imagined fears & realizing
that others may have the same fears
That birdsong & music must be heard
over the sound of bullets piercing us
to hear the poets words stitched into lines
That the birth of all natures creatures
the wail of a newborn’s crying demands
is the crescendo beckoning to humanity
to see life as the ultimate gift
That life is not as simple as a color
& more complex than lifestyles lived
that defects & handicaps are beautiful
That the poets stitched lines a stanza
of many patterns woven into many colors
of all life with powerful voices to hear
there is always hope peace will come
© Renee Espriu 2016
Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
There has been yet another mall shooting here in Washington State killing lives that most hold dear. Please see others’ writing for 100TPC that is holding a virtual event today at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2016/09/23/100tpc-2016/
The words follow me like the words
from the lyrics of a Pied Piper song
amused that I can’t seem to pull
them from their hiding place long
in a Pandora’s poetry box of rhyme
They dance through my mind as notes
as the music keeps playing again
and again always laughing at my effort
to trap them still pearls of wisdom
formed by the ocean’s sand a vision
Perhaps if I remain very still
like a mime I always portray to be
the Pied Piper will stop playing
whilst the pearls break free of the sand
my words a wordsmiths’ render I will see
© April 2016
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
the mistress looks in vain
for the lost looking-glass
the raindrops sounding
like a musical note chorus
water pooling left by the rain
mirrored images reflecting
the lights, the buildings,
of people passing & looking
a girl sees images in the pooling rain
takes it for a looking-glass
studies her reflection there
bewildered but on she passes
the looking-glass rain pooling
images distorted & broken
glisten like shards of glass
as raindrop words are spoken
the mistress looks in vain
for the lost looking-glass
the raindrops still sounding
like a musical note chorus
© December 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
pussy willows fallen from
the pussy will tree
dandelions plucked
with small hands freed
no longer unwanted
the gifts they brought me
faces stained with hints
of blackberry juice
smiles shining, wide eyes
from a berry picking sleuth
containers nearly emptied
the gifts they brought me
stories written about family
clay ash trays, a mobile too
a card on mother’s day
the sound of music playing
to fill my heart & soul
the gifts they brought me
even the laughter & tears
the many unsaid hopes & fears
days filled with moments
none of them ever dull
& the best thing brought me
the gift of themselves
© January 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From http://morguefile.com
My children and grandchildren are a huge part of my life and without them there would be a huge gap, a hole to large to ever fill. There have been joys and sorrows and challenges throughout the years but I would never trade any of it for the experiences I have shared with them have shaped my life and the person I am.
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nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills
whose song bids me
follow the spirit
of you
entwined as we are
in consummate truth
i see you dancing
beneath the elm tree
with boughs your
dance partner
forever & free
as you slip transparent
from my view
the music plays softly
as it is never adieu
from the lemon bush
filtering meringue
soft dreams
to the orange orchard
citrus scenes
i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the dance…
taste of cinnamon cinders
nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills
© June 2013
Renee Espriu
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to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
steering clear of obstacles
careening intentionally
into elliptical forevers
stepping lightly past
moonlit nights kissed
by the fragrance of lilacs
spilling over from
sunlit days warm
as a breath of south wind
like peels of laughter
falling as rain driven
musical notes
cascading from
star dust covered bells
to bring back days on
beaches where the smell
of salt permeates the air
from briny ocean waters
to fall glistening
on your hair & skin
the smell of hot asphalt
beneath your feet as you
step lightly, a dance
of your own making
a revelry of heart and soul
to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
using a compass for
your thoughts
to guide you
on your journey of sojourning
& limitless imagination
testing the waters with your
inkwell muse….well,
what could be better
than that
© April 2013 Renee Espriu
Google Image of Tulip Fields in Washington
purple hyacinths ascend first
to lead the way for
golden daffodils and in
their wake give way to a
multi colored spectrum
of aspiring tulips
all blooming beneath the
white blossoms of the
pear tree and the
pink blossoms of the
formidable cherry tree
waving flowered boughs
while the wind scatters
their petals like bits of
party confetti
they are all a part of
nature’s entertaining
musical endowment
paying homage to life
where each flower that
blooms and wanes becomes
the notes amidst a
tumultuous crescendo
orchestrated by Spring
© April 2013 Renee Espriu
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