sheets of water
sheets of water in
free fall dance to echoes of
ethereal spheres
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 October 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Category: Haiku/Poetry
October 21, 2014
October 14, 2014
opalescent clouds
opalescent clouds
kissed by early fall sunset
flood my thirsting eyes
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 13 Oct 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser 2014
October 7, 2014
drifting away
drifting away on
ebb-tide summer fades into
cool hazy memories
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 October 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser
October 1, 2014
rounding the bend
rounding the bend
tiny gold leaves lie scattered
on dark damp asphalt
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It’s Monday, Labor Day, two years ago. I’m out for an early morning walk. It rained overnight and it’s still dripping and overcast. But I’m restless for a walk. Like the weather, my mood is unsettled. Read the rest of this entry »
September 29, 2014
weather-beaten house
weather-beaten house
empty nests brilliant blue sky–
what songs lined your walls?
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Music was huge in our home: piano practice, singing grace before each meal, old phonograph records played over and over. Mother taught us to sing in three-part harmony while she accompanied us on the piano or a small portable electric organ. She also played and taught us children’s songs from the old Childcraft songbook for kids, and silly kindergarten songs with all the motions.
Three memories come to mind when I think about music that lined the walls of my childhood homes. Read the rest of this entry »
September 24, 2014
morning haze of smoky dust
morning haze of smoky dust
gives way to cool breezes
dancing over crystal blue
icy waters of the vast caldera
lined with cliffs rising precipitously
pure waters shimmer
beneath reflected clouds Read the rest of this entry »
September 18, 2014
no common gull he
no common gull he–
strutting his stuff on the strand
for the hoi polloi
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Brief update:
Uncommon gull last seen two years ago. Read the rest of this entry »
September 17, 2014
she peeks through bamboo
she peeks through bamboo
sparkling eyes smiling coyly –
golden locks waving
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She’s calling to me!
I can’t resist!
I’ve been too long Read the rest of this entry »
September 11, 2014
Terror and Faith | 9/11/2001
It’s difficult to focus.
Voices and images
clamor for my attention,
my response,
my analysis of what is beyond all reason.
I force myself to stay close to the bone, Read the rest of this entry »
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