cronechronicler

You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying

Haiku: Prayer

Calm Sunday morning
Windows open to  breezes
Birdsong eases soul

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Haiku: Exploring Everyday Life

For five years or so
I sought and found poetry
Alive all around

Once fertile places
Barren of inspiration
Poetic muse fled

World news tells stories
Unjust uses of power
Death and climate change

Writing unconquered
More essential than ever
Has stories to tell

My bailiwick calls
Ordinary life a poem
Alive within self

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Haiku: An Unnatural Grief

Dull monochrome sky
Absent pink stripes of winter
Climate-change shades

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Haiku: Lament For the Future

January day
Dull gray clouds obscure the sky
Too warm for jeweled snow

Will it thus be so
World unrecognizable
In aeons ahead?

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Haiku: Grace Note

A shocking pink sky
Glories Thanksgiving morning
May God grant us peace

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Haiku: Security Blanket

Soft rose glow in sky
Low clouds hug the horizon
Comfort broken earth

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Haiku: Respite in Time of Strife

Living in the now
Time of mind and memory
Not how clock tells time

Moment sweet to breathe
Feel the heartbeat of the earth
Sense deep wells within

This is nature’s gift
Peace, tranquility abide
Feathered hope also.

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Haiku: Redeeming Words

Depression’s gray clouds
Hovering weight overhead
Felled with word’s penning

Precious beyond words
The Word Press community
We can be healers

Hopeful, despairing
Angry, judging, lamenting
Words written freely

Speak into hearing
Allay fears for grim future
We are not alone.

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A Prosaic Back Story

I found my Haiku “Good Housekeeping” forgotten among my drafts and published it yesterday. The classical elements Fire, Water, Wind and Earth that my poetry alludes to have been a part of my morning meditations for a quarter of a century.

I light a candle and drink my coffee. Fire is the flame that begins with my striking a match. Without air the candle would not burn. Earth is all around me in my potted plants. Water keeps them alive. My meditations have nourished me and kept me connected with God and the universe.

Lately I lament the sea-change of our world moving on a wave of violence. I shed tears over the burning of cities and homes. I mourn the disregard for the basic needs of human and animal life, and our planet. Fire, Water, Wind and Earth surround us still. I pray for winds of change to blow us toward justice.

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Haiku: Ostrich No More

Poet in me slept
Escaping circumstances
Of a world gone mad

High time to awake
Stir my juices, let words flow
With my mighty pen

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