Tiny baby
Tiny baby shooting star,
Whose brush painted you
so tenderly? Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: NaPoWriMo
April 18, 2015
April 16, 2015
strangers
trembling
eyes meet
breathless Read the rest of this entry »
April 14, 2015
looking up
looking up
I see you writing
inky words
on yellowed paper
lost memories
shades of the woman
I was then
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 14 April 2015
April 30, 2014
to haiku or not
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 »
April 24, 2014
aging southern belle
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
at the end of the road Read the rest of this entry »
April 17, 2014
blue eyes
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 »
April 3, 2014
nest in clover bank
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 