cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Sea-scapades: Part Two

The sand has its own challenge
I found as I sat in my chair
Low to the ground and comfy
Not so when it’s time to arise

My legs do not work in close quarters
Needing more distance to stand
I dug with my heels like a turtle
And carved a big hole in the sand

I rocked forward a few times
Until I was almost launched
Caught my balance and stood up
A bona fide victor at last.

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Haiku: Time Intractable

Fiddling on his roof
Puzzled amidst changing times
Tevye’s words still ring true

Can things stay the same
Honoring past treasured ways
Moving future-wise?

Roots traditional
Most beloved and revered
Bear new fruits in time

Daily Prompt: Tradition

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Haiku: Musical Chairs

Sixty years ago
No spring chicken even then
Chair gifted to me

Covering threadbare
Reupholstered more than once
Stories chair could tell

Time to spruce things up
Brought in classy new arm-chair
Taking pride of place

Early showing wear
Became sad embarrassment
I’m watching for sales

Meanwhile my old chair
Stalwart in simplicity
Quietly bides its time.

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Haiku: Illusion – Peeling the Onion

This morning I ironed
Set up the old ironing board
Metal and sturdy

Hardly worse for wear
Dependable companion
Since I was a bride

Those days behind me
Now white-haired, bent with aging
I appear different

Shape of old woman
Listener, story teller
Beloved grandmother

Yet deep within me
Abides all I ever was
Gifted at my birth

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Haiku: Commencement Procession

Time to celebrate
Earmarks of accomplishment
Footsteps on your path

The neighborhood pets
Your special menagerie
You fed and you walked

Learning a new skill
You looked after the swimmers
A stalwart lifeguard

Veterinarian’s
Assistant you tackled next
Skillful shot-giving

You were on a roll
Becoming camp counselor
And learning to drive

All the while at school
Mostly sailing through classes
Sometimes you floundered

Previous learning
Folds now into Commencement
You begin again

College in Autumn
Time of leaves turning and change
You are on your way

Dear grandson Bobby
March to your chosen drumbeat
You’ve got what it takes

Dedicated to my grandson Bobby upon his graduation from high school June 2, 2017

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Haiku: Tomorrow

Pink horizon peace
Pale half-moon lights graying sky
I await new day

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Journey to Israel: New Sights and a Back Story

After our morning at Masada we climbed back on the bus and headed to the Dead Sea. The Dead Sea is 1,295 ft. below sea level, the lowest point on earth. And you can not sink in its salty water. I put on my bathing suit and waded in until the water was neck-deep hoping to wash the dust of Masada off. I let my feet rise and floated effortlessly. It was lovely. I came out of the water minus some of the dust but with my body covered in salt. After a quick shower I was ready to move on.

Our next stop was Jericho, located in the Judean wilderness. Some say it is 10,000 years old, the oldest city on earth. The old city and its walls which “came tumbling down” have been excavated. A fact of archaeology is that ancient places have many layers of soil deposited above them and to see very old cities you have to look down. It was like looking down a deep well and imagining a once-inhabited ghost city at the bottom.

I am seeing my journey to Israel with new eyes. I’m looking backward and finding fresh perspectives on a trip I took forty-three years ago. I did not keep a daily journal and no longer have the photo slides my husband took of our trip. After I returned from Israel I put together a slide show for my church. On two-and-a-half pages of narrow-ruled yellow legal pad paper I wrote (in long-hand) a commentary for the slide show. I have these pages before me now. The words are my guide for the stories I’m writing for my blog. The more I write the more I remember. I can visualize sights I haven’t thought about in years. I’ve forgotten some dates and facts about Israel but that is what Google is for. So much has changed for me and for Israel but words retain their power to stir my imagination and communicate.

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Haiku: The Morning News

Dull gold and pewter
Sun and mounds of clouds reflect
Present hope downcast

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Haiku: Quiet Movement

Day after Solstice
A plain ordinary day
It strikes my fancy

Globe keeps on spinning
Days begin their lengthening
Promise of more light.

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Haiku: Then There Were Three

One in each corner
Trees grace gray stone patio
Squirrels summer playground

Autumn leaves glory
Arched cathedral of beauty
Warmth before winter

Noise of buzz-saw
Sounding grave interruption
Felled one dying tree

View from my window
Surprising inheritance
Broad city-scape scene

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