cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Appetizer

Soft pink candy stripes
Streaking Autumn dawning sky
Delicious morning

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Happy 17th Birthday

We’re at it again
My dear grandson, James
We’ll cook and enjoy
Our Eggs Benedict
I’ll catch up on your news
And share some of mine
We’ll bask in the warmth
Of this special time
We’ll look forward to Mexico
Our Thanksgiving fling
A last family hurrah
We’ll remember it well
As we travel ahead
To your next birthday

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New Math

My life no longer balances
Clutter on my calendar
Stifles what I care about
Time to sort the mess

Addition equals frittering
Subtraction brings tranquility
Peace and beauty come with space
I can do the math

Give me the moon in a darkened sky
Sunbeam silhouettes on my wall
Raindrops’ gleam on windowpane
Leaves attune to season’s change

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A New Twist

My apartment building’s intent
Is to be where folk age in place
We covenant to have each other’s back
And enjoy our golden years in peace

An accoutrement worn by most
Is a bracelet-cum-alarm device
That sends out a call to the EMS squad
If its owner suffers a fall

I am an odd-person-out
This bracelet does not suit my style
Reminder of what might possibly be
Cramps the notion I want to live free

Then an accident occurred
Someone fell and could not get back up
Wearing no bracelet she could not call for help
And remained on the floor several days (She’s O.K.)

My son hearing about her dire fate
Questioned where I keep my cellphone
I said “Home in a drawer.” He replied
“Well, you should wear it around your neck.”

Hearing my objections he had an idea.
“Mom, how about getting Alexa?
Then if you fall she can send out the call
And EMS will come out and get ya’.”

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Deja Vu

I never guessed to find
At my age the Youthful Fountain
In a “Life Long Learning” class

Our program is to study
The art of Michelangelo
Freeing life from marble

We began like kindergarteners
With expectant faces seated
Around two tables set up end-to-end

Newsprint was spread before us
And then we all were given
A block of soap and tiny knife

Our instruction was to carve
Whatever we desired
Like Michelangelo, oh dear!

The last assignment and the best
Round the table as we sculpted
We told something of ourselves

I could do without the learning
And spend our class-time weekly
Carving soap and telling stories

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Clearing Fog

Clear darkness of the sky
Last night a quarter moon
Summer creatures sing a serenade

At dawn a fog rolls in
Only light the yellow beam
Shining from the hardware store

Blue water of the swimming pool
Now obscured for winter months
By tarpaulin just as blue

I welcome the change
Summer a hard and anxious time
Fear for health of son’s beloved wife

With now the worst behind
As a family they move on
Life reshaped but ever closer drawn

I return to simpler ways
Where poetry lives in daily life
And remains my nourishment

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Refurbishment

To look at my present as possible past
Daunting endeavor, confusing at best
Then Aha! moment furnished direction
Live in the now! where else?

Standing in line at a ballyhooed art show
On my feet two hours at least
Energized by engagement I realized
My cane and I can go miles before rest

A present rich with much possibility
Brand new exploration if I open my eyes
Reach for new challenges from creative grab bag
Open doors not extensions of past

With curiosity checked-out travel offerings
Searching for something I had missed before
Discovered adventures focused on interests
Not only the aging seek learning in classrooms

And so next September I head for New Hampshire
To learn and to listen to sizzling Cool Jazz
Taking first step toward reimagination
Living into new perspectives on life

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Challenging Time

When first I began posting crone chronicles
Enriched by Word Press 101 prompts
I sat at my computer catching ready-made stories
Tumbling from a lifetime of rich memories
Lovely to go back and re-member the past

Seems as if now life around me is changing
Much new is good, much more terrifying
Past seems an irrelevant line drawn in the sand
The who I was then needs refurbishment
What I live and write now creates  past for my future

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Plant – Mates

Some people live
With family or roommates
And/or their beloved pets
Some live alone
With or without pets
I live with house plants

The seven that accompanied
My move to Cleveland
Now number nineteen
A few died of old age
Some multiplied themselves
Forming new generations

Plants are good company
Let me know of their needs
For water and sunlight
Then respond to my nurture
I love their quietness
Their elegant beauty

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Uncertain Poetry

Sometimes poetry seems to defy
Difficult moments of everyday life
Times can be raw and hard to express
Days I keep things close to my chest

Daughter-in-law tomorrow set to begin
Long months of chemo to battle breast cancer
Son and grandchildren holding up well
Support from neighbors a loving bulwark

Family draws close at tenuous time
Grateful for many who help share the load
Love, prayer and food provide nourishment
Hope for the future sustains us all

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