cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Apartment Music

Neighbors’ grandchildren
Arriving Thanksgiving morn
Stampede down the hall

Lovely the patter
Not-so-little feet clatter
A nostalgic sound.

In Response to Daily Prompt: Percussive

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Futuristic Cart Washing

I set out for the grocery
Gray clouds were like lead
Till I rounded the corner
And saw something ahead
In front of the building
Grocery carts stood in line
Dutifully waiting, but for what?

Parked by the curb
Was a long white truck
Underneath streams of water
Flowed down toward the street
Engine noises most rattling
Unsettled my ears
What can this be?

Oh, I thought gleefully
Here’s something new
They put carts in the truck
And push them right through
A canyon with showers
Spraying dirt off with speed
A travelling cart-wash indeed.

My delight was short-lived
When I spied the fat hose
Attached to the truck
Prosaically spraying
The assembled carts
In the model of itinerant
Carpet cleaners.

Written in response to the Daily Prompt: Droll

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Choice Living

Most days I eat lunch at my kitchen table accompanied by music on my old JVC boom box and the New York Times obituaries. The obituaries tell me stories of well-known people and some I have never heard of. I learn a lot about life and history. The obituaries do not make me sad.

My boom box has room for two tapes and three CD’s, many of which my son created for me. Usually I play jazz, Cole Porter, Chet Baker and rock and roll. Today I played Tchaikovsky’s Symphony Number 5. It always takes me back to a particular evening. The Conductor of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra led this symphony as part of his desire to take classical music to people on the South-side of Chicago who had rarely been exposed to it. It was held in the magnificent Sanctuary of an old church. The diverse audience was spellbound by the beauty and accessibility of the music. My former husband and I were one of those enchanted people.

Listening to this music makes me sad. It is not grieving a loss but is yearning for something that never was. I chose to depart this marriage and settle myself close to my children. I am alone. I never expected to be. There is an empty place that a partner might have inhabited.

I get up from my kitchen table and take my single plate and mug to the sink. I remember the joy and peace of the solitary life which I have chosen, inhabiting an apartment just the right size for one. I am happy.

Written in response to the Daily Prompt:Prefer

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Haiku: Autumn Pallette

Red cheeks of apples
Gray squirrels a-scurrying
Bright flaming orange leaves

Blue skies overhead
Soft green grass still a-growing
Crazy quilt glory

In Response to Daily Prompt: Glorious

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Haiku: Pesky Nuisances

Pests have legs and crawl
Others meant to fly have wings
Bad ones bite and sting

But the worst of all
Can be found in human forms
Too many to list

Daily Prompt: Pest

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Haiku: Hiding in Plain Sight

Bright autumn colors
Wait beneath summer’s green leaves
Jack Frost’s grand surprise

Dark tresses of youth
Age transforming to silver
Alchemy’s magic

Daily Prompt: Hidden

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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: Time Warp

Good Ship Lollipop
Shirley Temple all that jazz
Has already sailed

Daily Prompt: Lollipop

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Haiku: In the Beginning

Soil cradles like womb
Life seeds fertile with promise
Blossoms of summer

Daily Prompt: Soil

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Haiku: Warning

Porcupines, poets
Quills adept hurling sharp barbs
Humans be aware

Daily Prompt: Quill

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