The leaves pirouette
slowly dancing
their way to earth
as they are
caught up one
atop the other
in rainwater puddles
once devoid of color
now laughing as
golds, reds,
yellows, oranges
make of them
a floating canvas
of nature’s art
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© October 2016
Renee Espriu
Always scorching heat in So Cal
enfolding me a sticky sweet embrace
thirsting for the cool of water
to lap at the brown skin of my face
Hopeful an outing in anticipation
to a place of sand and salt blowing
Colorado Lagoon a sleepy fresh water
would quench in a pinch for swimming
Tantamount to an ocean beach shore
concession stands to take your coins
even as a quarter sparkled at my feet
ephemeral as a cool wind purloined
© August 2016 Renee Espriu
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Speak to me of oceans deep
of harbors safely keeping me
safe within rocky shores
crashing waves reaching more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of oceans deep
Speak to me of waterfalls high
emptying into pools that sigh
touching swift my plaintive soul
crying out to search and more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of waterfalls high
Speak to me of birthing waters
releasing life on which I falter
a gift her soul touching on mine
my inkwell ready to pen her lines
her life connects to me and so
speak to me of birthing waters
© November 2015
Renee Espriu
Welcome To My World of Strong Women Karlynn Elize Renee
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fragile life reminders
buried beneath
mountainous depths
mudslides
too close to home
& in other countries
that now feel close
reminders felt in flood waters
helpless lives
with nothing to grasp
taken by the current
nature’s release
that accumulated
from tiny raindrops
reminders felt in tornadoes
hurricane force winds
sweeping across land
far from any ocean
a corkscrew & no bottle
a swirling massive rage
filled with debris
nature’s play things
reminders as the mower
cuts through grass
a jungle habitat
of tiniest creatures
a green frog thumb size
scampering for safety
a hand captures him
release beneath shaded trees
fragile life reminders
© May 2014 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File and Modified by Myself
There have been, recently, many natural disasters across the US. In my own State of Washington an unheard of mudslide claimed many lives on a sunny day. In the midwest news of tornadoes and in many other States floods from too much rain. I happened on a tiny frog in my yard and thought of all the lives lost in the blink of an eye and had my eye not caught his movement, he too would be gone. Life is fragile.
when the thick grey mist
rises up from
the still dark blue water
as mirrored glass
to greet the dawn
there is no doubt
once the sun’s rays
burn away
the damp & dark
of passing night
bird chorus
will welcome morn
© April 2014
Renee Espriu
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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
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seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia toned images playing rewind
a summer day on a sunlit beach
walking to the water’s edge
just out of reach
casting long shadows
in our stride
digging for treasures
in the ocean tide
a vacation spent camping
at yosemite park
no pine needles allowed
in the canvas green tent
a diaper laundry line hung
between pine trees
the Coleman stove, the lantern
the sky a starlit sea
winter skies warmed by
the california sun
a metal christmas tree colored
as the color wheel turned
a little girl gazing
waiting anxiously for
christmas ‘morn to come
a spring day showing off
our Sunday best
the elm tree, the ’52 Ford
and all the rest
the smell of vinegar
the strongest kind
hunting easter eggs
our want to find
seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia tone images playing rewind
© March 2013
Renee Espriu
a shower FALLS down           
over her
much like being
captured beneath the
thundering FALLS
high on a mountain top
but hot enough to
sooth away the pain
a permanence that
permeates her body
after a day of
living life every
day of her life
she closes her eyes
 letting water drops
run down her face
her hair in
rivulets
expanding awareness
but never giving
answers of a time
without pain and
she smiles
“but is sad to think
of people whose
lives are cut
short”
by disease, by the
bullet sent forth
from a soldier’s gun
of the gun on the
streets of an
inner city
lives created and
barely breathed by
tiny infants or
those without
lives
enclosed in a world
of mental illness
a life inside
their own mind
a prisoner
she sighs and breathes
deeply because
pain can be lived
with, can be part
of a life
tomorrow will come
again rain or shine
as she relishes
the quiet
letting the shower
wash away the pain
her spirit rising
beneath the
WATER’S FALL
© April 2012
Steel waters run deep                    
beneath the eyes of
slumbered sleep
captured heart edged
faintly with gold
seen of eyes
reflection foretold
of lives in distant
aching shudders
sorrowful death or
brilliance of lovers
Still waters run deep
beneath the eyes of
spiritual sleep
realm of slumber
© April 2012
Renee Espriu
We will make it                            
through as
navigators of days
dimly lit like
a heavy mist
ribboned fog
promising
light at the end of
a tunnel opening
wide telescoping
like the lens of
a camera
filled
dreams dipped in
a satin rainbow
tangible enough
to touch the
softness
sliding upon
skin of shoulders
warmed by sun of
a new day
dawning liquid
like fire that
never burns
quenching a thirst
with glacier waters
without ice
where our spirits
fly free above
all battles
fought
knowing victory is
but a gift a
knowledge of
the heart
life’s journey
only the
path
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
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