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

Flood Waters

Flood waters have
subsided
irrelevant of the
time and space
left between
as differentially

notations are jotted
down in betwixt
margins
in my mind
filtered down
amongst
darkened hallways

secreted away in
shadows hiding you
from me erudite
of those times
when bewildered by
your bravery

I would glance
skyward and finding
you there was
filled with wonder
you extend your arms
to me laughing
exposing a
reality

your revelation
 but my ephihany of
living fearless as
you enfold me
warmly melting
away all
sorrow

in invitation to
your treetop canopy
where the waters
have left you
I contemplate if

this is a dream…or
something
much more

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

I dreamt of my oldest daughter who has Lupus and is presently not doing very well, a surgery pending and perhaps another…we aren’t sure…and felt it had to be written down.

Small Stone: Captured

The mighty sound of the ocean
may be captured by the conch
shell or perhaps the previous
resident left a gift for the
recipient to listen in wonder

© January 2012 Renee Espriu

This is my submission for January 8, 2012 Small Stones on Writing Our Way Home at http://writingourwayhome.ning.com

Until I’m Gone


Doorway framed
observing,
wondering about a
lifetime of
patterns
his snoring, her
gentle breathing
shaped like
spoons facing
each other
lying unmoving,
imagining if in
dreaming each
one tells the
other the one
feeling left
unsaid, to please
hold me until
I’m gone

© June 2011 Renee Espriu