cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Another Shade of Autumn

Gray today and drear
Rain obscures bright colored leaves
Monochrome abides

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Haiku: Patio Coverlet

Golden, red and brown
Leaf mosaic on the stones
Like a patchwork quilt

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Everyday Inspiration Day Fifteen: Take a Cue From an Author

Astronomer Carl Sagan wrote,

“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”

It could be the most recent moon in the universe
Hiding behind a planet long known.

It might be the shy newly moved-in neighbor
Whose face lights up when I say hello.

The birth of a child whose promise spools forward
Teaches possibilities loving families provide.

The universe is a wide narrative awaiting me
To dip in my pen and write what I see.

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Haiku: Different Kind of Pink

Dawn sky Jack Frost style
Fingers pull apart gray clouds
Paint pink polka dots

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Haiku: Autumn Delight

Like beneath water
Sun shafts sparkle on ripples
Leaf shadows dancing

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Everyday Inspiration Day Eleven: A Last Cup Of Coffee

Mama, if we were having coffee right now I’d tell you how much I wish I had said yes to your invitation to get a cup of coffee and a bite of something sweet that Christmas Eve so long ago. I remember how excited I felt that my husband, our three little boys and I  had flown to Greenwood to spend Christmas with you and Daddy. This was a special trip. It was wonderful news that you were recovering after the scary trouble you had with congestive heart failure. That Christmas Eve was a busy day. Even though you usually began Christmas shopping in July there were always a few last minute things you had on your list. You loved shopping and could run rings around me hunting for the perfect gift for each grandchild. You wore me out. After you finished shopping you wanted to stop for a cup of coffee. Remember all the times we had coffee together through the years. First it was after clothes shopping for  me and later for baby things. It was practically a ritual. But that Christmas Eve I said no. I needed to get back and see what my sons were up to. At bedtime  I watched you stuff their Christmas  stockings with goodies. You put an orange in the toe of each stocking, just like you did for us children when  we were young.  In the middle of the night Daddy woke us up to say the Emergency Squad was on the way to take you to the hospital. You  had a heart attack and died early Christmas morning. I’m so sorry I didn’t  have that cup of coffee with you.

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Everyday Inspiration Day Ten: World Outside My Window

Autumn is here and things are a-changing.
At the Greenbriar Apartments that I call my home
I look out at the patio beyond my window
Turquoise tarp covers swimming pool water
Fallen bright yellow leaves drift on tarp’s surface
Swimmers of Summer now only a memory.

Close to my window a tall oak tree my companion
Observers of animal traffic we notice
Squirrels stocking up run along oak tree’s branches
Gathering acorns not yet fallen and leaves for a nest
Below chipmunks scurry toward plant borders for hiding.

Today there’s no sun the air is still
Nobody’s lazing in a lawn chair hoping
To feel warmth while it lasts.
Befuddled wild geese who live here year round
Fly overhead circle back to their pond
Winter’s not here yet. We enjoy this day

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Everyday Inspiration Day Eight: Sisters’ Trip to Cancun

Dear Brooke,

It was great talking to you Saturday. I’m really excited about our trip to the Riviera Maya next month! I think it was a small miracle that we decided to go online and check our plane reservations. It was scary to discover that my flight to Atlanta to connect with you for our flight to Cancun had been discontinued. I can’t believe that the airlines didn’t notify me! Ugh! Thanks for being calm while I was falling apart.

I called the airlines after we talked and told them I had to be on the same flight with you, as you suggested. The customer service person, a delightful young man named Alex, asked me what flight I wanted to be on since my original one was canceled. I didn’t expect such a simple question. I shuffled through the many pages of flight information I had and came up with your flight number. No problem. He asked if I was OK departing at 9 AM. I told him of course, he had just made my day. He even got me a seat two rows behind you. It’s a relief to have that settled.

Things got better. I was on a roll and called the car service that usually gives me a ride to the air port. I had heard that Richard was moving to California but hoped he hadn’t left yet. He is still here and I got my rides scheduled. Got that settled. Now on to thinking about what to pack and the fun stuff of traveling.

Love,

Ina

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Everyday Inspiration Day Six: Where My Writing Happens

My writing begins where it will. This morning I was in my living room chair reading the Sunday paper when the neighborhood geese flew overhead. A haiku began to unwind in my mind. I reached for a notepad  and pen in the end table drawer and jotted down the first two lines, then sketched out a few more. Later I will give the haiku its final form on my desktop computer .

Last winter I had a dialogue with the early dawn sky and its amazing pink stripes. Every morning I found a new image I used to describe the  stripes. Sometimes the image came to me as I ate breakfast facing the window. I would tear off a scrap of paper from the daily news and write down the thought before it drifted away. A compelling first line was all it took for a haiku to grow.

Writing about my travels or family stories happens another way. I have boxes filled with travel itineraries, notes and pictures of the places I’ve been stored in freezer-sized Ziploc bags. I love to revisit a trip and re-live it in my mind’s eye. Writing brings up more memories. Family stories come to mind from pictures and letters stored in boxes and from objects that have accompanied me whenever I moved. I also write about my family in the present. The actual stories take shape as I write on my computer – sometimes prose and sometimes poetry.

The objects in the  room where I write are  visible reminders of my journey. By the window there is a child’s desk that belonged to one of my sons. A futon and a lamp occupied my computer room in the last place I lived. A maple chair  from my first house  after I was married sits in the corner. The drop-leaf table that matches it is in my kitchen. My Diplomas are on the wall. A picture of a cowboy riding his horse on the winding road of Texas ranch, which was a wedding present to my parents,  hangs over the futon.  My father was from Texas. There is a wooden wall clock in the shape of Ohio, where I now live, that ticks as I type. On the  window ledge is a large coffee mug with the name of the college I attended. My computer, glass computer table, office chair,  printer and the table it sits on are  newcomers. Four green house plants are my living companions.

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Haiku: Broken GPS

Geese fly overhead
Honking autumn ritual
Nature’s sure bequest

Geese fly by again
Making circle back to pond
Now their year-round home

Ghost of memory
Inner compass says go South
Geese forgot the way

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