old women’s visions
old women’s visions
sigh in abandoned forests
of dreams and regrets
***
Does this sound like a downer? I don’t intend it as a downer. The truth is simple: Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Category: Haiku/Poetry
January 14, 2016
January 13, 2016
in the presence of elders
in the presence of elders
a bench awaits me
small among survivors
of what I cannot see
silent they surround me
bear scars made beautiful
newly touched by pure
wool of soft winter snow
steady they line the way
ahead through crystal mists
calm healing presence
towers above me far
from places long called home
January 11, 2016
Homecoming on the grounds….
Homecoming this Sunday on the grounds
of the Montgomery Presbyterian Church
Come One, Come All!
Sunday, 12:30 to 5:00 pm
All Ages Welcome!
Beneath aging water oaks
Long wooden tables covered with oilcloth
and butcher paper groan with food
Children race shrieking with joy Read the rest of this entry »
January 9, 2016
1951 | Memories
Rural Free Delivery
pulls into her yard
Stench in his nostrils
Chunky rotting food
steams swimming in slop
Grunting rutting hogs
Apples of her eye
Food on her table
Money in the bank
Sweet smell of success
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 January 2016
January 7, 2016
“Cherish is the word I use….”
I, Elouise, take you, D….
To love, honor and cherish….
Cherish is the word I use
To complain as in
You don’t have a clue
How to cherish me Read the rest of this entry »
January 1, 2016
Poems for Elders
I
elders
cling close
old age
unseen
kindly eyes
drill deep
tap light
unseen
by youth
or passersby
II
Sweet Jesus
Could I not wave
A magic wand
But once? Read the rest of this entry »
December 29, 2015
das Gift
My family legacy
If not my inheritance
deposited in me a great Gift
The kind that kept on giving
Long after I drained the last drop
And tried to transform it
into a candlestick holder
now coated with hardened
layers of waxy tears
trickling down the
curve of my face Read the rest of this entry »
December 24, 2015
Don’t blame the serpent | A Confession
Don’t blame the serpent
Don’t blame Eve
Don’t even blame the Devil
They didn’t make me do it
I lust after power
be it ever so humble
I lust for My Perfect World Read the rest of this entry »
December 18, 2015
Advent | A Lament
Eyes ache
Ears miss birdsong
Body tires of
Indoor exercise
Confining
Repetitive
Winter
Tell me, Winter
Why so sparse
So barren
Even potted plants
Grow tiresome
Droop
Fade Read the rest of this entry »
December 13, 2015
A terror-haunted wold | From an Old Soul
A “wold” is a hilly, elevated, somewhat wild stretch of land found especially in Great Britain. Often unsuitable for human habitation. Often windy, with unpredictable weather and dark nights. Prone to terrors like those Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 