leaves & petals
from spring flowers
lay limp
awash in a
rainwater puddle
amidst cigarette butts
on the railroad tracks
no longer admonished
or even praised
but part of
life’s discarded
no longer
part of life’s promise
© April 2014
Renee Espriu
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her thoughts take flight
like a flock of birds
their wings unfurled
& rising like a
plume of smoke
only to tumble down
to earth
as though
pierced through
by arrows
so when the rain comes
they are carried swift
crashing
over waterfalls
to be dashed
against boulders
for she longs for calm
that may only come
when they settle
in a pool
of clear water
becoming smooth
as river stones
at rest
© May 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
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the end of a week and
i don’t even mind
the rail when
riding means
a tide of
giggling teenagers
so…who cares
not i….i think as
my one brain cell
slides dismally
around in the
vacant space…
(did i say that)
between my ears
wind blows and rain
hits & then runs
down the glass of
the rail windows
but i don’t
notice
as businesses stream
by because i
just want to get
home and feel nothing
but relief but
when it comes
i think of you &
our phone calls
the phone
silent now these
past five years
when idle chit-chat
meant a kind of
reprieve, relax…ing
into now so i could
hold ON to you
only a telephone cord
away & now…even a
telephone cannot
bring you close with
your voice so
like mine as if
i practiced daily to
play it back from
a treasured tape
but instead of
waiting for the
phone to ring
i close my eyes
hold my hand
atop my chest &
feel you there
beating quietly
inside me and
i am home
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
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rain comes down in
torrential rivulets
as wind buffets
the house
a reminder that the
smell of lilacs
carried on spring
breezes
will remain a distant
song carrying me
to the other side of
 stormy seas
© December 2012
Renee Espriu
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month of January i stand
listening to raindrops
hitting the pavement as
i wait for the rail
to arrive…waiting
i see a tree across
the street a smattering
of leaves left
hanging on like tiny
decorations
blown by the wind and
rain i can almost
hear their symphony a
musical awakening
calling my name
© December 2012
Renee Espriu
I am going to try and write something about each month from a site I follow. Lady Nimue has a Months of The Year Writing Prompt that invites those who would like , to write something about each month of the year. You can find information regarding it at http://ladynimue.wordpress.com. This, or course, is for the month of January. For those of you who have already read the post excuse the change to the correct month.
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my spirit plays amongst
microscopic particles
of sand sparkling
left clean
as the salty ocean water
leaves trails
of foam behind
an intruder…
but nought as it
takes flight drifting
in and out of wildflowers
as a honey bee
gathering
golden pollen
from within each
petaled wonder
taking with it the
beauty of fragrance
it once again rises
to find healing in
the sunrays
cleansing in
the raindrops
letting colors of
the rainbow
penetrate
to become one
with its’ soul
to wrap itself
in grandeur of
nature to embody
it all
my spirit shares a
moment in time
cascading
down waterfalls
smoothing pebbles
in a stream
catching glimpses and
reflections
its’ life
embodiment of mine
© November 2012
Renee Espriu
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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
three years today not
tomorrow giving rise to
yesterdays filled with
sorrow and trepidation
angst beating against
us like rain drops to
pelt out songs of dismay
pain like no other
causing us to walk in
our own shadows trying
to keep the pain at
bay until another
day and still the rain
came down to wrap us
secure in the fashion
meant for bringing forth
life and love with
emotional passion
we wept in silence an
effort to be brave
standing fierce against
the onslaught of a
disease rending
you mute most days
covered in blankets
against the inner chill
freezing your blood
a prisoner your will
three years today not
tomorrow giving rise to
yesterdays filled with
sorrow and trepidation
we are unbelieving now
the sun doth shine an
unbridled warmth we
walk among the living
cautious to walk forth
secure in our hesitation
did it really ever
happen that cancer
took our lives now we
took them back again
© May 05, 2012
Renee Espriu
This is dedicated to a woman who, when diagnosed with Stage III Breast Cancer, took her faith and belief that all would be well and fought to overcome and now three years later is cancer free. Her faith and fierce determination carried her through.
Fresh smell of newly mown grass still
wet with recent rain leaving drops of
water glistening in the afternoon
with May flies hovering about not
yet the month of May, the deep
green of the grass offering up
renewal and something more
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
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