cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Passing Time

Days move slower now
Crawling at a turtle pace
Time to smell a rose

Weeks go charging by
Rapid rabbits hop along
Where did my time go?

8 Comments »

Adjustments

My blog announces I’ll explore
The poetry of every day
Newly I have found alas
My everyday has changed

First I blamed my muse
Lazy creature distant
Unavailable to inspire
Or to awaken me

The tree outside my window
And the view
Clouds in dawning sky
Tell me no tales

Family life is bubbling
A stew of new developments
Demands attention
And my energy

Changes unpoetical I think
Call for language spoken best in prose
Stories full of life and real
Ah, my muse awaits me just off stage

12 Comments »

Passages

Summertime six years ago
I settled in this space
Unpacked and put my memories
On walls and table tops
In places I found evidence
Of occupant who came before
Tiny holes in closet door
Suggest a place to hang his ties
Apartment life is transitory
I put roots down none the less
Created my new home.

These past six years began a tale
Chapters of unexpected change
So many things I used to do
No longer are within my reach
My apartment is the same
It is I who have a different view
I will re-member cherished gifts
Grieve and lay them to the side
Look out the window at the tree
Watch pink clouds at early dawn
Embrace anew life’s mystery.

12 Comments »

Engaging New World Yet Again

Sixty-four years ago I first commenced
Marched to regal music Pomp and Circumstance
Received high school diploma, adjusted my tassel
And was graduated. The beginning.

Four more years later another time
Marched outdoors on campus
Without Pomp and Circumstance
Received college diploma.

Life became serious.
Brought me independence and marriage
Motherhood of three babies. No diplomas or music
Recognition or sleep.

Years in the middle
Marched to my own drum beat
Weathered whatever my life set before me
Found goodness in living.

Long rich years have passed
I sense a commencement.
My body is slowing
While fine new gifts flourish.

If there is marching I’ll get out my cane
Wear purple and celebrate all that I’ve learned
Applauding the music of birds and the rain.
I don’t need a diploma.

21 Comments »

Wings

Once I flew on shiny wings of steel
Wings that bore me far away
To continents and countries new
To places where my heart was intertwined
With people and a life I learned to treasure dear.

Today I fold those steely wings and rest
My tired body bids farewell to travel days
Gently lifting new wings bear me home
To see beauty in the life that welcomes me
And joy in my beloved family.

Spring came the week I was away
Green leaves and flowers everywhere
Sound of birdsong in the early morn
Mind and my imagining are free to roam
Precious new wings expand my universe.

27 Comments »

Metamorphosis

I’m back after a good week in Mexico with my sister and brother-in-law, who are delightful traveling companions. The resort was all I thought, another home for me. And I realize it is time to say goodbye. Being there occasioned an existential experience which was a surprise. I’m truly one of the oldest generation. I’m OK with that. When my energy is restored I want to write about it. For now I am grateful to be home, period.

10 Comments »

Haiku: Daylight Moon

Lady slipper moon
Lingers in pale deep blue dawn
Daylight saving time

10 Comments »

A Christmas Miracle

It’s been five years since I moved back to Cleveland
Five Merry Christmases we’ve celebrated
Family traditions enfolded around us
Harking back to customs we had established.
And now we look forward to Christmas number six.

Surely as chaos came before creation
In the beginning of our wondrous earth
Misfortune now leads us to a new beginning
And new ways to gather in the wake of a loss
As a changed family.

In July my son’s wife was beset by a stroke.
I grieved to consider possible life changes
We crumbled collectively as we observed
Her tenuous balance and sometimes speech slurred.
And then undaunted she began to fight back.

With physical therapy and strong will unbridled
She remounted the horse of everyday living
Continued profession as real estate broker
While husband took on the role of her chauffeur
They created a new way of life.

Their sons learned new roles.
Oldest began his first year of college
Texted Mom daily keeping her in the loop
Younger son revealed talents hidden
Skills of repairing things technological.

This sixth Christmas requires a new plan.
My daughter-in-law was always designer
Of feast and festivities, gorgeous works of art
Gift to the rest of us from her creative soul.
We want to give back.

I offered to host in my small apartment
Potluck Christmas dinner in my less-is-more way.
Family were willing but we hit a roadblock
Daughter-in-law wanted Christmas as always
To welcome her son after first semester away.

We are glad to affirm her as our holiday hostess
Cooking her favorite dishes, decorating her home
And now there’s a change. She accepts our pot luck contributions
Sharing a new model for Christmas this year.
Chaos is lovely before Silent Night.

Written in response to Daily Prompt: Miraculous

19 Comments »

Haiku: Hope in Midst of Change

Pale November sun
Leaves turned dull orange hang from tree
Green house plants abide

11 Comments »

Haiku: Indwelling

I open my door
Sunlight shining through windows
A bright welcome home

Quiet peace fills me
Hanging up my old jacket
I sigh a deep breath

I’ve lived here five years
Made a whole new beginning
Yet things keep changing

The constant bedrock
This dear space occupies me
A promise secure

In response to Daily Prompt: Inhabit

18 Comments »