spring’s torrential rains
spring’s torrential rains
reshape the inner landscape
of my old-soul heart
Where am I?
What’s going on?
I feel lost on my own home ground
or is it found? Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: Poetry
May 22, 2014
May 15, 2014
sinking daylight
sinking daylight births
spirit mist rising over
dark flowing river
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infinitesimal
droplets Read the rest of this entry »
May 8, 2014
fledgling chickadees
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 »
May 1, 2014
dawn walk
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
Begin with haiku above⇑ and proceed directly to⇒ Read the rest of this entry »
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 10, 2014
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
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
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 »
March 27, 2014
small brown rabbit
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
Telling the Truth 