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seeing
budding tree tops
with promises of life
a lone chickadee heralds songs
singing
© March 2013
Renee Espriu
I don’t normally do form poetry but was a bit taken in by Tony’s prompt and explanation so thought I’d give it a try. Â My take on a Cinquain.
This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/cinquain/
Musical notes wrap themselves
around her like charms on a
bracelet touching her skin
B Flats, C Sharps, staccato
dancing lightly tapping out
rhythms on her silvery hair
Ivory keys fill the spaces
between now and then when her
fingertips drew out singing
loft choirs yet teaching a
soloist the uniqueness in
using a voice as instrument
Images fleeting now seen but
dimly as through the clouded
lens of a camera losing it’s
battle to store more images in
memory’s photographic pages
holding lyrics of song books
Musical notes wrap themselves
around her like charms on a
bracelet touching her skin
B Flats, C Sharps, staccato
dancing lightly tapping out
rhythms on her silvery hair
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
Upon posting the quote from Helen Keller it gave me pause to remember a most loved pianist and organist whose love and passion for music helped me to understand that not all voices are the same and the uniqueness of some is a gift. Some of us, at times, do stand alone. This is dedicated to Dorothy, who after years of dedication to playing for church choirs and soloists lost her sight and could no longer play but only listen to the music she loved.
Eliptical visions
sepia tones, Angels
as choirs singing,
raising a chorus of
symphony splendor
that resonates with
an incandescent
heavenly meaning
                                         © August 2011 Renee Espriu
My daughter-in-law’s father passed away today, John Perelli, and I would like to dedicate this post to my daughter-in-law Donna and her mother Colleen, both strong women with kind hearts. Mine is with you today and always.
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