This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga which you can see at
Remnants Loved
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we might walk along
the ocean shore
to collect driftwood
a carnage
i implore
washed here from
other distant lands
or linger as i do now
in your embrace
listening to words
that will leave
no sign or trace
we have been here as
the wind and sea
carry footprints
away so effortlessly
but tell me only
of your
passion filled heart
and do not share
that which you
should not impart
of secrets once shared
with another heart true
who you left for a time
 so that you
 could walk with me
 here to collect driftwood
 washed smooth and clean
remnants loved and
left by the sea
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/
Time’s Door
Photo by Edward Weston 1939
the coastal terrain whizzes
by in my effort to catch up
to claim time as my ally
drift wood laden shores
with rocky strewn beaches
such alien distant creatures
my car picks up speed on
straightaways, slowing down
on curves the car sways
when will i reach destination
unknown a room with a key
time once again has flown
walking on the sandy beach
salt spray, shells and stone
i no longer feel alone
my thoughts weave about the
elusive tide of time’s door
plying soul and spirit’s core
reaching inside to pull my
heart throughout times’ eternity
journey’s calm is wrought
as though the sea winds have
wrapped me within their embrace
helping me again to face
a world where the essence of
time flies capturing unnoticed
years unfurling tinctured rhyme
© August 27, 2012
Renee Espriu
Espadrille Footprints
I remember her walking
leaving espadrille
footprints on the
sandy shore
cosmic dust in the
evening sky a
star dust stream
settling amidst
diamond particles
in the sand
each step taken by
tide’s wavy hands
greedy seaweed
grasping broken
shells
she stares upon the
open sea
gazing hungrily
needing moon beams
to become a
path
taking her away
as dreamers
often do to
another land
a distant
horizon
when I next look
her footsteps
remain to
be swept away
in the foamy
tide as only the
espadrilles
remain
© February 2012 Renee Espriu
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