***Many Colored Patterns***

There is always hope peace will come
if not encompassed in the living
most certainly not in the dying
but in increments of moving forward

Making changes interacting with others
knowing that even in differences
we are all connected in commonalities

That loving & laughing in twilight hours
should be brought into the light of day
broaching imagined fears & realizing
that others may have the same fears

That birdsong & music must be heard
over the sound of bullets piercing us
to hear the poets words stitched into lines

That the birth of all natures creatures
the wail of a newborn’s crying demands
is the crescendo beckoning to humanity
to see life as the ultimate gift

That life is not as simple as a color
& more complex than lifestyles lived
that defects & handicaps are beautiful

That the poets stitched lines a stanza
of many patterns woven into many colors
of all life with powerful voices to hear
there is always hope peace will come

© Renee Espriu 2016

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

many-colors

There has been yet another mall shooting here in Washington State killing lives that most hold dear. Please see others’ writing for 100TPC that is holding a virtual event today at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2016/09/23/100tpc-2016/

Memory Fleeting

between pages
torn and weathered
i see you there upon the
rustic bookshelves
in my mind
calling out my name
as if

i’m meant to hear but
naught are echoes of your
voice unclear as i run
barefoot through
my childhood years
seeing

you smiling back at me
sharing our own
private joke
my memory fleeting
your image fades
to grey tones

© November 2012
Renee Espriu

My mother has been gone for nearly five years now but she is never far away from me. She would have been 85 yrs old on November 13th. Happy Birthday Mom!