Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: NaPoWriMo

Tiny baby


Tiny baby shooting star,
Whose brush painted you
so tenderly? Read the rest of this entry »



eyes meet
breathless Read the rest of this entry »

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

brushed by leaves


brushed by leaves
golden fruit floats
in midair

* * * Read the rest of this entry »

to haiku or not

to haiku or not
haiku my burning question
this Nay Poe Wry Moe

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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


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 »

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 »

birds flutter

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 Read the rest of this entry »

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 »

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