Life imitates dreamscapes not defined within illusion
fleeting images of happiness only written in a song
where you tumble freely like Alice in the rabbit hole
grasping at the path that will carry you along
in colors brilliant that set you apart from the crowd
carrying you light hearted past lyrics more than song
where sun and moon shines a landing upon a billowy cloud
footsteps now inside your dream for life has come along
Photo Is My Own Digitized
There can be a tempest within my soul
on days where I’m unable to see the light
from a sun that is surely bathing me
in the heated glow of its’ rays
yet there are those days when the rays
of brilliance from that same sun radiate
through me and fill the day with bird song
song that touches every living creature’s
being with two legs to four legs to none
for even the tree feels the vibrations
in trunks, branches and fluttering leaves
leaving me in awe of it all, of the mystery
of the unnoticed brilliance of communication
the musical enhanced scores all around us
those are the days I again recall the words
whose magic enables me to speak from my heart
where the wordsmith rises again within my soul
a mystery e’er but the ocean tempest is stilled
© August 2021 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
There is trepidation in every choice in love
where words cannot follow your heart’s desire
during the heat of day that melts into night
where the songs of night birds penetrate
your dreams in the guise of that which inspires
you to reach greater heights on plateaus above
that keeps you falling into the darkest depths
in deepest canyons where you will climb to the light
for your search is never ending, always beginning
in the brisk clean air of a morning’s chase
of fleeting images now entwined in your memory
of rapids in a swiftly running pristine river
the smell of wood smoke upon your waking
to all the possibilities that perch upon words
that carry the emotions that dissipate quickly
as though clinging to the morning’s mist
evaporating with the heat the sun delivers
only the fragrant air of the trees remain
© June 2021 Renee Espriu
A Friend’s Photo Created As Art
The Killdeer takes short running steps
in the grasses of Wyoming, reminiscent
of the Sand Plover on the beach
a sandy shore sparkling in the sun
singing their short high pitched song
creeping stealth but hesitating
then stopping to take in their
grassy surroundings
this they do each day routinely
as I take my walk in the heat of day
the winds gusting around me
that threaten but do not sway
for the scenery is new to me
a visitor here, as I admire contrasting
greens with that of the red clay earth
touched by iron oxide in Nature
in a landscape seeming barren, lacking
stretching toward the horizon line
is still teeming with life unseen
beauteous if you but take time to see
© June 2021 Renee Espriu
The morning wakens with a silent hushed breath
wet dew upon the grass leaving in its’ wake
the first dazzling warmth of sun rays
giving life the first inkling to stir
where swallows chirp in bird song loudly
swooping as if lifted by warm breezes
signaling to each other as they
seem to float on invisible air currents
as this new day leaves hesitation behind
heralding change as if a speech is nigh
unable to abate such verbosity
loquacious in eager announcement
to be heard even in a last falling leaf
caught in warmest subtle puffs of air
or the first cherry blossoms bright
as Spring has finally appeared
© March 2019 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
Two photos were taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.
I will leave you the peace in my soul
that will find you in the love of my heart
for I will leave you the memories shared
whether joyous dancing on the stage of life
or sadness fading in the shadows of day
for life has woven me a colorful garment
with silver threads of nature’s wisdom
that has hollowed out a place for you
where warm you will be in the sun’s embrace
followed by the path of a starlit moon
within which voices will sing in stardust
to lull you to sleep at the end of each day
where always you will wake to bird song
within which you will hear my voice true
giving you the peace within my soul
surrounded by the love within my heart
© January 2018 Renee Espriu
The conch sea shell is a reminder always
of where it is she really belongs
of small hands holding the beauty
of ocean waves within its’ confines
hugging her ear & she in awe and wonder
even now when she cradles it closely
and listens longingly and intently
she can see the waves building high
coming to crash along the sandy shore
where seabirds add calls to the score
to a music with a wondrous crescendo
the color of sea salt spraying her skin
the wind picking up the string section
with soprano highs & contralto lows
& a sky of variegated blues the backdrop
connecting the ocean stage to the horizon
unseeing of the stage hands hidden below
but bringing memories of dolphins dancing
upon the ocean stage & the magic of whale song
whose singing plays the melody all the while
she knows with utmost certainty she will return
to the place where she really belongs
© 2017 Renee Espriu
This was first posted in the last month issue of The Bezine, editor Jamie Dedes, which can be read in more detail at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-vol-4-issue-1-music-anniversary-edition-oct-2017. There are two photos below taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered.
In response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/haiga-2017-028-30doh-sky-bird.
Photo below taken from Morgue File and digitally altered.
Visiting family always meant surprises
anticipated from my niece then a girl
who loved everything theater and song
whose tight curly hair & bright eyes
shone like a happy beacon of light
she remembers talk of a voice teacher
& the one time both niece and sister
practiced the violin
but the one memory that dances across
the pages of her mind is the visit
to a restaurant on a clear warm night
where the happiness of the girl seemed
simply to overflow & take flight
so when they walked into the night air
she believed they had left her behind
but not very far had she gone
for the landscape had small hills there
where she stood upon the top of one
hence she raised her arms spread wide
breaking into song to make us smile
‘the hills are alive…
my sister just smiling at the big voice
that filled the night and I sighed
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
This was first published in the Jamie Dede’s August Issue of the Bezine at https://thebezine.com. The photo below was taken from the Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered.
This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga.
See more responses at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/haiga-2017-002-30doh-classical-sky. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File
& digitally altered by myself.
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