dive-bombed cicada
tree trunk stormed by sqaub’ling squirrels
mid-summer madness
*****
Didn’t plan it
Can’t control it
Life just happens
As I walk along
anticipating nothing
in particular but
a quiet morning stroll
in glorious nature
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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
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frozen in memory
erupting without warning
dear earth gasps for air
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haunting
sounds of
choking
escalate
no words
no breath
no time Read the rest of this entry »
triumphs and trophies
artfully spaced on his plate–
Smudge the Conqueror!
* * *
poetry in motion
he positions each precious treasure Read the rest of this entry »
When did it all begin?
When did I enter your supply chain?
When did I become a commodity, a disposable object
not for sale but for use on demand,
with or without pay?
When did I become your toy
to imagine as prey,
to stalk, hunt down,
toss around and torment
with or without warning? Read the rest of this entry »
silhouetted high
atop a bare tree the dove
coos a mourning song
* * *
non-judgmental, calm, soothing
predictable, unhurried, hypnotic
soft, clear, ubiquitous
unobtrusive, gentle, alert
present, unyielding, quiet
reassuring presence of God
in, with, above, beneath, around and for
each aching, bewildered, terrified corner of our
hope-hungry world
with its everyday heartaches, pain, despair,
starvation, contempt, betrayals,
confusion and brokenness
God,
Grant us courage
to accept and to be present, quiet hope today
as one of your creatures
in just one corner of this tired old world
you still love so much.
Amen
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Haiku written 24 June 2014
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 25 June 2014
cascading waves break
in calm rhythmic procession—
fiddler crabs scurry
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house-bound dog peers out
at park space green trees people–
front door closed locked barred
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I grew up with a fierce need to be right,
a heavy dose of fear and Read the rest of this entry »
weeping branches brush
lightly against my face and
whisper sweet somethings
* * * * *
a weeping beech stands watch
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Telling the Truth 