in bleak midwinter
in bleak midwinter
red lights flash chaos men shout
dead on arrival
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winter 1965
icy stormy
dangerous Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Category: Haiku/Poetry
December 24, 2014
December 23, 2014
Not Far to Go
Here’s a little gem from Amy Carmichael. It reminds me of every child’s question, “Are we there yet?”
Not Far to Go
It is not far to go,
For Thou are near;
It is not far to go,
For Thou are here;
And not by traveling, Lord,
We come to Thee,
But by the way of love;
And we love Thee.Amy Carmichael, Mountain Breezes: The Collected Poems of Amy Carmichael, p. 16. © 1999, The Dohnavur Fellowship, published by Christian Literature Crusade. First published in Edges of His Ways (1955) and Gold Cord (1932)
I used to think a day would come when I had truly ‘arrived.’ Read the rest of this entry »
December 18, 2014
Coded Language
Powerful, Moving
Ambiguous, Interpretive
Heard, Hidden
Stripped, Caged
Imprisoned, Locked
Unheard, Unknown
Screaming, Silent Read the rest of this entry »
December 18, 2014
“Give me a world. . . .”
December. Time to feel eagerly impatient. Eager to escape the weariness, the heaviness of waiting to be set free. To discover new life that’s been incubating all these years. Surely you’ve been there, too? Or are? I am. Read the rest of this entry »
December 15, 2014
wren song greets the day
wren song greets the day
bare bone trees and steel-gray sky
drop into background
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 14 December 2014
Photo credit: Jack Nevitt Photographer,
http://www.jnevitt.com stock photo
Photo credit: Jack Nevitt Photographer,
http://www.jnevitt.com stock photo
December 9, 2014
holly berries ooze
holly berries ooze
unclaimed rotting red orange
juice beneath my boots
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Where have all the robins gone?
Does anybody know?
Please tell them their annual fall feast hangs ready
on twigs with prickly leaves,
though not for long.
Ripe berries succumb daily
to squirrels and gravity.
Please tell them
I miss their sweet greedy scolding voices
outside my window.
I miss watching them gorge with gusto on ripe red berries,
as they get drunk on red orange juice,
and drop ejected pits
everywhere
beneath my boots.
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 December 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, December 2014
December 9, 2014
I’m feeling down this evening.
Wondering what will become of me and all of us in the days and years ahead. Generally, I love the night-time. Sometimes, though, things weigh on my mind. I’m in a bit of that overweight-mind-mood this evening.
This ‘light’ poem from Amy Carmichael put things in perspective. It reminds me of Read the rest of this entry »
December 6, 2014
“I am a little weary of my life…”
‘Tis the season to be jolly, right? It all depends. George MacDonald’s opening line for his December sonnets describes a state in which I find myself these days:
I am a little weary of my life….
He inquires about his weariness. Perhaps it’s from something that’s meant to be.
Shall fruit be blamed if it hang wearily
A day before it perfected drop plumb
To the sad earth from off its nursing tree? Read the rest of this entry »
December 3, 2014
Dear Mother,
~~~~~Skyline Memorial Gardens, Portland, Oregon
I’m drifting
Tumbling through air
I reach for support
Search for you
But you elude me
Lost in sorrow and regret.
Are you lonely
without your Girls?
What can I offer
you now?
I’m not sure.
Maybe this will do
I want to write to you
Now and then
To tell you what’s happening
What I’m thinking about
What I’d like to ask you
Or say to you today
I don’t have a plan
I’m looking for
your heart so
mine can
rest.
Elouise
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 December 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser, September 2014
November 29, 2014
Diane is in my dreams
It’s April 2011
Diane is in my dreams—
tall, beautiful
wearing a long, full
light mocha winter coat
that’s gently flared
in the back.
I see her
from the back,
looking over her left shoulder,
smiling at me. Read the rest of this entry »
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