The turmoil of this world will not diminish
the beauty of the earth we call Gaia
nor will it dampen the spiritual heart
though the fear of the unknown harbors
doubts, remorse and pain the sun will rise
to reveal clarity of what is tangible
Image Taken From Public Domain Photos & Digitized As Art
This evening when I took my dog out I stood in awe
as I have done very few times in my life while looking at the sky
the clouds of gray and white as the sun broke through
I have felt this before but so rarely
I felt as though I could touch the very blue of the sky
as though it was so close it became more solid before me
instead of part of the Universe that surrounds me
the clouds felt the same as though they were so very close
I might touch them and feel the mass of them
even though they drifted about me and did not stay still
there may be one who causes everything in life
to look more beautiful than it has ever felt before
when I was a very young girl before everything changed
I might have looked at Nature in such a way
in wonderment of its very being
but now, incredulous as it may seem and it does
my world is as beautiful to me as when I was a girl
a world that holds me in awe and I am entranced
by the mystery of it, the magic of it
and life now begins anew
© March 2021 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Photos & Created As Art
In a time primordial when first life began
unimaginative of the harsh realities of wars
when sunrises and sunsets were ethereal
she can only imagine stepping into dreams
of discovering an unblemished world of those
dreams made of translucent skies so that
much like Peter all she has to do is to go
to the star second to the right and straight
on till morning or perhaps like Alice she
should eat but a small bit of cake to become
just the right size to enter the garden
there upon discovering a different world
for in seeing forever is the powerful force
where oceans teeming with life are no longer
a graveyard of war ships but only coral reefs
a delightful dance of colors and creatures
and where gardens floral are wondrous delights
for children playing for hate is not a word
so cannot invade her dreams that will always
be pristine as newly fallen snow in Winter
with skies so clear she can revel to see them all
from anywhere to blissfully fly to the star second
to the right and straight on till morning
© June 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday prompt. You can read more of other poet’s responses at https://jamiededes.com/2017/06/21/the-hawk-has-flown-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitized by myself.
unremarkable as it may seem
here I am
& there you are
in your ambrosia dreams
the paisley print travels
without regrets
with me throughout time
becoming everything
that I am
in your ambrosia dreams
so we shall meet over tea
on a dew filled morn
the breath carrying
away our words
traveling on the dawn
we will find ourselves
sitting upon
a park bench
mourning the solitude
of our worlds hence
unremarkable as it may seem
here I am
& there you are
in your ambrosia dreams
© November 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself
the world catapults us forward
whilst all along humanity
becomes cracked, parched
without even the slightest
moisture
but we settle in
unaware
continuing forward waking
sleeping and hidden
beneath customary plaintives
only crying momentarily
beseeching
this is not reality
unaware
of future moments unraveling
tangling our dreamscape
lives within its’ measure
our creation of thus
by our choices
again we settle in
unaware
© July 2012 Renee Espriu
Setting her lamp down cautiously
she makes her way to the center of
a bridge created from the giant
roots of seemingly prehistoric
trees designed as if gone rampant
looking at the sunlight spilling
out between a mountainous crevice
life calmly emulating complacency
speaking to her words in the distance
she but a fragment in time incredulous
hanging onto a cord of smaller roots
while mossy thyme and lichen provide
soft green carpet for feet so as not
to catch on peeling bark reminiscent
of reptilian skin shedding memories
she ponders the plethora of anomalies
called the “outside world” wondering
if ever there will come to exist a panacea
come to rectify the horrors she perceives
as real but in her world only a fallacy
© April 2012 Renee Espriu
Electric lines carrying        
precious energy now
left lying in the snow
leaving lives without
heat to warm homes
disconnecting work as
our world becomes a
motionless landscape
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
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Artistry tattooed beneath my
skin creating a world unknown
unseen is a life portrayed in
dimensional sleds pulling my
alter ego of silvery threads
my skin a canvas of shadows
forming pieces of me creating
illusions of the deepest depths
swirling seas transforming
© September 2011 Renee Espriu
Who is a person, really, beneath the surface? Do we simply look at the outside or intuit the beauty of the inside. A person is layers upon layers and to really be able to know someone look beyond and beneath the outside. There is much to the saying, “Do not judge a book by its’ cover.”
           Fillagreed edges of
           my heart like laced
           edges of a doily
            winding round as
            secret passages
           in the labyrinth
           of another world
© July 2011 Renee Espriu
Topsy turvy and upside down
within lies a ghastly scene
survivors trapped, housebound
walls odd angled puzzling
Seeking as if vanquished a
landscape opens swallowing
heedless of plans tarnished
welcome a world of remodeling
© July 2011 Renee Espriu
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