dawn walk
beating heart
strong steady
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A Musical Adventure
Best performed outside in a sing-songy voice
Wearing cushioned sneakers
On any spring, summer or fall morning
Accent the first word/s of each line, two beats per line
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to haiku or not
haiku my burning question
this Nay Poe Wry Moe
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Alas!
I must await
another Nay Poe Wry Moe*
one year hence to resolve
my burning dilemma. Read the rest of this entry »
aging southern belle
matriarch of the river
beckons me homeward
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Summer 2009
the day of my father’s memorial service
three cars full of family members drive out to the old house
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blue eyes pierce spring sky
join me on the river boat–
making our way home
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Easter Morning 1949, sixty-five years ago today, Diane was born–Sister #3 with brilliant, piercing blue eyes. On February 13, 2006, Diane died after living with ALS for ten years. Read the rest of this entry »
birds flutter swoop dive
cat’s jaw quivers, tail twitches—
agony of spring
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To Prince Oliver Smudge the Second, aka Smudge:
I hereby dedicate this haiku to Your Royal Catness
with the clear expectation that you will
immediately cease and desist
from all yowls of neglect and outrage.
You say it deeply pains you to watch me day after day
writing only about Me, Myself and I.
To be brutally frank,
I know much more about Me, Myself and I
than I do about the mystery of
Your Inner Being/Inner Cat/Inner Stalker.
HOWEVER
If you read Your Very Own Haiku with an open mind
you will discern therein
just how much I DO appreciate your agony day after day
as all those Nasty Spring Birdies flaunt their freedom in the Great Outdoors.
No. You may NOT go outside to play today!
I’m No Dummy.
Her Royal Highness,
Queen Elouise
Haiku written 3 April 2014
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 April 2014
Photo taken by ERFraser, 2 March 2022
nest in clover bank
sleepy summer afternoon
salty river smell
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I’m 8 or 9 years old—
a budding writer looking for somewhere to write
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small brown rabbit waits
alert before white headstone
Aslan on the move
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Late summer
I’m on a morning walk
Passing by the cemetery
from the podium
Beethoven in floral garb
conducts ode to joy
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moss-laden oaks loom
magenta azaleas blaze
deep south path through woods
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Late summer, 1950
It’s past midnight
I’m asleep with Sisters #2 and #3
Are we almost there?
Mother’s tired voice wakes me up
Nothing but darkness outside
and cobwebby stuff hanging from tree limbs
A log-cabin tavern fades into view
Neon beer ads flicker on parked cars, old trucks
Daddy reluctantly stops for directions
He goes into the tavern.
Are we lost?
No. We just aren’t there yet.
Daddy drives slowly
No street lights no signs
The old road is dark, narrow, mysterious
Mossy oaks loom overhead reflecting
weak rays of yellow light from car headlights
Weary shacks line the road
Unexpectedly we pass grand fenced-in wooded lots with driveways to nowhere
Then modest houses and a few larger houses
The road ends abruptly.
Daddy stops, gets out, peers at the giant mailbox
He turns into the driveway
We’re there.
Deep South
moss-laden oaks, no blazing azaleas
Just heavy humid air, wealth next door to poverty, fiercely guarded secrets
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 March 2014
Google image – Springtime in Savannah, Georgia
passing through
silent white headstones
urge me on
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Sister #3
who showed me
how to live and how to die
My Colleague
who told his family story
with tears streaming down his face
My Piano Teacher
who knew me inside out
and told me I needed a boyfriend
My Mother
who began to know me
inside out and longed to know more
My Brother-in-Law
who never told anything
but the full blunt-naked truth about life
My Theology Professor
who encouraged me to speak in
my distinct voice without shame or apology
My Quaker Employer
who thanked me in writing for
relational gifts I didn’t know I possessed
Members of a Great Cloud of Witnesses
gone in body from this earth
present in my spirit
Haiku written 18 August 2012
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 March 2014
Telling the Truth 