**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

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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.

***The Breath of Spirit***

I use to pray when asking or wanting
was all I thought there was
when I used the energy of my being
as if kinetic magnetic waves
to bring me absolute truth

when now with years of searching
I find that closing my eyes
to breathe quietly within
the mist begins to clear as
though sun rays warm my spirit

the dew drops melt on blades of grass
to find me walking a deserted shore
where the ocean winds touch my hair
and the watery brine is lifted thus
to coat my skin with salty jewels

where words are not labels or script
but the beauty of butterflies laced
with birdsong and seeded with pearls
that transcend time and space
filling my soul with balm and peace

© November 2016 Renee Espriu

This has been posted on Jamie Dedes’s site for the Wednesday Prompt. If you would like to join in please visit her at https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/11/02/breathless-between-language-myth-a-poem-and-therein-is-your-wednesday-writing-prompt

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*****CURLED LEAF FALLING******

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

when the haunting past
of flickering images
in shadows cast
no longer stalks
your dreams

can the obituary
seem to be
a means to heal
distant
memories
hardwired nailed down

you will be a plaintive
no longer
but seek solace
in images
much stronger
in a broken spirit
set free

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

© October 2014
Renee Espriu

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I Feel An Angel

Night Dew Angels

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while the crescent moon
is high in the sky
somewhere between
dawn & midnight

I feel an angel
pass by this way

when the dampness of dew
is held softly on grass
looking much like tears
shed in sadness cast

I feel an angel
pass by this way

my mind wraps ’round
old sayings & things
‘when you hear a bell
an angel gets their wings’

I feel an angel
pass by this way

when I smell the scent
of a forgotten perfume
or fragrant flowers
within my room

I feel an angel
pass by this way

though scripted not
in the time after passing
& the harshness
of the hour has gone
never lasting

I feel an angel
pass by this way

now of spiritual grace
they fill the space
so unforgiving
once void of all
that was
theirs’ in living

I feel an angel
pass by this way

© October 2013

Renee Espriu

Rose Petals Lie Soft

Rose black and white

Google Image

 

rose petals lie soft
atop the cedar chips
casting no aspersions
on my memory of youth

 

they belie not their
sharp thorned hostess
as those in our lives
with empty laden promises

 

but they draw us near
as the insects to nectar
to plant seeds of life
as an unplanned gesture

 

life is never black & white
nor is my spiritual quest
like a rose in its’ guise
a journey of countless steps

 

© September 2013

Renee Espriu

 

Sparks to Create & Transform

Sparks to Transform
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the blacksmith forges
on the anvil
metal striking hot
with the hammer
producing sparks to
create & transform

as so does my spirit
transform my soul
when my muse eases
my gift to create
& the wordsmith
garners words once more

© July 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

Lavender & Whippoorwills

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nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

whose song bids me
follow the spirit
of you
entwined as we are
in consummate truth

i see you dancing
beneath the elm tree
with boughs your
dance partner
forever & free

as you slip transparent
from my view
the music plays softly
as it is never adieu

from the lemon bush
filtering meringue
soft dreams
to the orange orchard
citrus scenes

i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the dance…
taste of cinnamon cinders

nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

© June 2013
Renee Espriu

The Realist & Angels

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i am a realist by nature
looking at my world
not through
rose-colored
glasses
but glass tempered
clear and hard
as the surface
of smooth steel beams

yet believing in angels
surrounding me
in my quest to seek
all that is
spiritual
feeling their presence
just beneath
the surface
as in a languid pool
of water

reality may keep
my being anchored to
the unsettling nature
of human beings in life
but my soul takes
flight
with my spirit
on an ever rising
tide of angels
and safe passage

© June 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/twinoppositesthe-divided-self/

Spirit Play

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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

Elemental

elemental as fire and ice
my soul within me                               
gives rise to crimson
ashen lithe but strong
to cool as rivers swift
and strong allowing my
Spirit to rise in song

 

 

© September 2012 Renee Espriu