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A Compass For Your Thoughts

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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

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Serenade

last night high winds         wind chimes    
music of wind chimes
tonight stillness so no
music serenade heard
calm before the storm

© January 2013

Renee Espriu

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This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #9.

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“Fan-Damonium”

i watch them whirring
speeding ’round with
different speeds and
different sounds

the ceiling fans
looming rather close
blades above my bed
i feel rather verbose

for they remain my
companions still
holding at bay rising
heat waves until

long-awaited hours
a wee small morn
signals them quiet
briefly and then

sun looms bright in
digits still rising
my once peaceful
abode fans plying

their high-pitched
white noise swirling
hot stagnant air
i lay awake listening

to their ‘HUMMMMING’
constant droning stares
a fever pitched night
a “FAN-DAMONIUM” scare

© August 2012 Renee Espriu

As you can tell we are now having our Summer and for me getting to the computer to post anything at all is dependent on how hot my office/bedroom is and lately almost too hot to do anything at all. The fans have become my constant companions as I’m sure most of the rest of the US have already had the pleasure of entertaining them in their own humble spaces.

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Mockingbird’s Yearning

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.

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Night Shadows

A globe of light filling the
night sky casting night
shadows on fallow fields
silhouetted trees standing
silent only gently swaying
as a slight breeze passes
by beneath the Harvest moon

© November 2011 Renee Espriu

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Small Paws

Fireflies in a night sky
beheld by two sparkling eyes
Butterflies drift on the air
small paws to capture there
tall grass to seek its’ prey
all within the light of day
cardboard boxes to hide in
now a lion’s lair and den

© July 2011 Renee Espriu

 

Dedicated to curious cats everywhere including my own.

 

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Hidden Meaning

Weaving a tapestry, words
hidden dimly as in various
hued amber pieces softly lit
traversing night scenes a
spector to all and to none
entering realms destined,
forbidden in the light

Laced within patterns of
meaning softly woven as a
cocoon holding a brilliant
treasure illuminated colors
phantasmagorical prisms as
sun shining splendid to
those whose eyes embrace

© June 2011 Renee Espriu

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City Night Sounds

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Above the sound of traffic, drifting
over the brick walled enclosure by
Target parking, erupts the night
cries of the Peacock echoing a
call to all the others roosted in
tall trees silhouetting against the
dark night sky in the ‘burbs

Somewhere among asphalt and
concrete, city lights lining streets
with houses keeping families is
heard the melodies of peepers in
ponds safely hidden as crickets are
the string section of a band
beneath Mariachi music

© May 2011 Renee Espriu

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The Path

 

The path lies here but where
does it go beneath pine needle
carpets hiding soundless
footsteps silently from all
that lies below

The path that twists and turns
like random corkscrew chains
running away but still anchored
only springing back again
all goals eschewed

The path lies here but where
beneath a moonlit stream of
light bouncing off shadows
the trees spreading like giants
within the night

The path takes curves that
climb then swiftly drop into the
depths where it will always be
found where it continues its’
rest in ‘You’

© May 2011 Renee Espriu