Turbulent seas crash upon the shore
oceans wailing while sweeping
footprints from the sand
from the sand
footprints of those made
by hearts no longer beating
When did the beauty vanish
behind shuttered lives in darkness
while voices scream on distant shores
surrounded now by "silence"
Howling winds blow keening trees
trembling leafs cry tears of pantone
buried beneath a blanket of needles
covering the earth a resting place
for hearts abandoned alone
When did the beauty vanish
behind shuttered lives in darkness
while voices scream on distant shores
surrounded now by "silence"
© Renee Espriu
Photo is my own.
Welcome to all of my visitors who have kept
coming throughout my extended absence here.
I am posting a writing today that is as
inspired as it is somber. I was in my last
year of high school when the Vietnam war
raged on to take lives of well over a million.
The music during that time reached some of
those who would rally against such times
as these and to this day this music stays
with me. History will always repeat itself
and times will change but war and the path
of destruction and death will continue to
be that which is made by greed and power.
I won't explain here as I am certain there
are many who will understand of what I
write.
Two musicians and lyricists continue to
inspire and their music will continue to
be relevant within our history.
They are Pete Seeger whose music is "Where Have
All The Flowers Gone" and Simon and Garfunkel
whose music is "The Sound of Silence". Both
are powerful in the message they send.
I hear their music always and feel it within
my heart pleading people to not only 'hear'
but to 'listen' and to be those who not only 'talk'
but those who speak', to not be oblivious to what
is happening in our world, to not live in
darkness or in silence. Be mindful of all
those who have given their lives and those
lives which have been taken.
Be mindful and learn from those mistakes
made and the world will once again see
and remember all that has come before.
Shadows of Hidden Things
A tiny clay mushroom glazed
And fired to reveal a forager
Apples left for Does, Bucks
Uneaten except for the bees
That swarm
Black crickets chirping
The sound slicing through
The night silence
The lone black and white cat
Flees for a safe refuge
His hunting forgotten
The river current time changes
As the coyotes respond in kind
howling
© Reneé Espriu
Photo is my own digitized as art
New Impressions
Wide open spaces of endless miles
of fields, farms and tracks of homes
stand in stark contrast to cities
choked with factory smoke stacks
with the polluted exhaust of traffic
that rise up to collectively gather
in visible, relentless chains
of greenhouse gases choking
off life giving
oxygen the memories of a lifetime
of living growing accustomed
to cacophonic decibels
of noise
now silenced
replaced with nature’s music
a symphonic aura of colorful
notes
blue skies redolent of wind &
breezes filled with the green
chattering of crickets
sunsets sweeping the horizon
in pink and purple hues
akin to stringed instruments
playing
where a night is lit dazzling
with lightning and thunder
fire bright yellows and orange
an orchestration of astounding
proportions
there are new impressions
waking all my senses, increasing
my awareness
to add to and multiply memories
creating the complexity
& beauty
of a life
© August 2019 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures
Stone Bench
pervasive stillness
expectation
fluttering leaves
This was published last year on my original site in response to Rick Daddario’s
30DOH. Thought I would publish it here as well given the photo I took, on the top of this site, is the same one that I used with this post.
© September 2016/July 2017
**I Will Be The Scent of Flowers**
When I am gone I will be
like a balm to heal
all disease of your body
wounds of your heart
will be calmed
I will be the water from
the run-off of snow
driven over waterfalls
into rivers & oceans below
I will be that silence
that cleanses your spirit
& be the peace of your soul
I will not be the arrows
in a quiver to pierce
unless with pure love
that helps you
soar
I will be the essence of love
& when you breathe in
the scents of flowers
it will be me
I will be the sweetness
of honeysuckle, lilacs, roses
& you will know I loved you
you will remember me always
each time the rain gives life
for I will be in each raindrop
I will be the warmth of sun
a blanket for the sky
I will be the sweet chocolate
you taste & hear as
you break into it with
its’ tempered snap
remember this is all I hope
for you now with a love
to embrace you forever
after I am gone I will BE
© February 2017 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
I took a prompt from Jamie Dedes’s site about what would you be if you were able to come back in another lifetime. As Jamie says, even if you do not believe in reincarnation, the idea of coming back as something else is intriguing. Please see her post at https://jamiededes.com/2017/02/01/one-lifetime-after-the-other-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-promp. This is dedicated to all of my adult children, each of which, have had many health issues during their adult lives.
***Visualize The Raindrops Pausing***
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.
***Eddies Along The Tide***
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
***Stone Bench***
Photo Taken by Myself & Digitized
pervasive silence
expectation
fluttering leaves
This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.
The Piano
Altered Google Image
you set waiting amongst others of your kind
housing the large harp within your casing
standing upright and waiting for that one
that would love you enough to once again
lovingly ply your ivory keys with passionate
longing to coax musical notes waiting to
escape the dust that has settled upon them
in an effort to come alive, notes chording
to no longer set idle in bitter loneliness
but belong in the midst of those that would
wipe away the weary years with but a touch
of shine from joyous tears that melodies sign
will rise like timeless orchestrated sighs
bringing rays of light into lives one true
measure you will no longer wait in silence
but fill empty hours with unending pleasure
© March 2013
Renee Espriu
“But Why”
innocence treading in silence
listening to the whirring                          
machines a sterile room
holding a bed on wheels with
white linens blankets
covering him in sleeping
standing close to her looking
’round watching before his
hand extends beckoning him
closer to touch his to assure
him all is well as he touches
then holds the aging hand
she tells him time to leave
he wants to go home with him
but she says ‘no’ not this time
“But Why?” his brown eyes implore
she can only say he has to stay
here for awhile ’til he’s better
until they say he can go home
but he can only look at her to
implore “But Why?” looking for
answers he won’t understand as
his innocence fills the silence
he tells his grandfather good-bye
© June 2012 Renee Espriu
I am still very good friends with the man I was with for 20yrs and married to for 30yrs. He underwent major surgery this last week to repair a triple aortic abdominal aneurysm and although he has other health issues he did much better than expected. I decided to write something taken from my grandson’s experience. Kade is 4yrs old and is trying to wrap his young mind around why his grandfather is not at home where, in Kade’s eyes, he should be. We are all pleased that his grandfather is recovering nicely. I was privy to all of this but the last part when his mother, my daughter, told Kade it was time to go.
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