Could this be Deep South white shame?
The shame of being almost
but not quite this
or that?
Rich – Poor
Privileged – Underprivileged
Proud – Ashamed
Grateful – Embarrassed
Living one life – Living two lives
Consider the evidence: Read the rest of this entry »
Each fall I think about what might have been. Hopes, dreams, plans. One by one, the leaves drop to the ground. Dead? Maybe. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been an age since I first met you—
You there, looking back at me
Three score years plus eleven to be exact
You haven’t changed a bit, they say
You and I know better Read the rest of this entry »
gnarled scarred misshapen
trunk stands tall serene exposed
mirror of a soul
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 November 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, November 2014
Longwood Meadow Garden, Forest Edge
She remembers me
From long ago
A stranger, yet a friend
She says she was there
The day the war ended.
I don’t remember her. Read the rest of this entry »
noisy commotion
young coopers hawk loses prey
aggressive squirrels score
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Mid-fall games are on
Outside my kitchen window
Hunger games
Power games
Survival games
(Not my backyard, not my vultures, not a fall scene–but it will do in a pinch!)
Outdoor tomcat–also not mine–takes victory strut around back yard
Proudly displays doomed sparrow clutched in mighty jaws
Enforcer squirrels rush into the fray,
Intimidate giant predators with much ado about everything–
Unexpected heroes in a bloodless war to the death
Seasoned hawk swoops to snatch juicy rodent
Young coopers hawk goes hungry for now
Are we having fun?
Not really
Too many victims
Too few heroes
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 November 2014
Photos from open stock on internet
I’m ready to revisit this haiku+poetry. It took a while….
carolina wren
peers into old beer bottle –
empty still
* * *
searching for myself
lost somewhere out there
in your eyes your smile
your listening ear
your approval your tenderness
your dream for me Read the rest of this entry »
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ North Umpqua River, Oregon, on the drive to Crater Lake
This photo is one of my favorites from our visit to Crater Lake. Well worth at least a haiku if not a full poem, don’t you think? Read the rest of this entry »
fiery river streams
through banks of distant storm clouds
stars pierce gath’ring night
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Blaze of dying glory— Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 