It’s September 2009. I’m beginning a long-overdue sabbatical, and am determined to get back to personal writing. I’m excited about using The Artist’s Way as my guide. Twelve weeks of structured exercises every day. I love it!
Well, maybe not all of it. Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
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
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 »
songs whistles chirps hoots
Nature Open for Business–
Visitors Welcome!
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I love my blog
I really do
The likes, the follows
All the views Read the rest of this entry »
song birds caroling
sun breaking through mist-drenched air
dropping dew drumming
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A mini rain-forest
reverberating voices
shimmering light-rays and Read the rest of this entry »
light-hearted gusts send
brilliant cotton clouds tumbling
across sea-blue sky
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the storm
passed last night
today’s air is clean, strong, heady Read the rest of this entry »
triumphs and trophies
artfully spaced on his plate–
Smudge the Conqueror!
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poetry in motion
he positions each precious treasure Read the rest of this entry »
fledgling chickadees
four babes outside my window
irrepressible
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Exuberant, freedom-drunk and chirping madly
they teeter on spiny ribs beneath the canopy Read the rest of this entry »
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
and something to write about. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 