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

Coronavirus Itinerary

From the beginning
It was a strange journey
I thought I would do well
I like staying home

My many fixed routines
Soon seemed to crumble
I needed companionship
The warm blooded kind

I talked to my plants
Texted friends and family
Read books, watched old movies
Took long walks outside

I realized present time
Took all of my energy
Learning to Zoom
Became a mixed blessing

Past familiar habits
No longer sustained me
It was exhausting
Getting through the day

Future time distant
Offered no hint of comfort
May as well live
In this new present I’m in

Mornings are difficult
A thick fog encircles me
Passing by lunchtime
Leaving me empty

And then this morning
I welcomed a visitor
My muse on my shoulder
Telling me to write

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My Writing Room

The smaller of the two bedrooms in my apartment became my writing room when I moved here eight years ago. This is where my blog began with the help of a willing grandson. The large window is a portal to my imagination. I love the tall oak tree among whose spreading branches I watch squirrels and birds build nests and care for their young. The moon and changing colors of the sky shape the budding poet inside me. Within my room are things that remind me of my journey.

Green plants live near my window to catch the light. All are off-spring shoots from friends and family. Tending them nourishes the outdoor gardener in me. On the window ledge are things that shine on sunny days – a royal blue glass coffee mug, souvenir from a Colorado trip; a bluish purple paperweight that was my son’s; an old brass cowbell with lots of family history.

The walls have a geographical bent – picture of a Texas cowboy riding on a lonesome road, wedding present to my Dad a Texan, too. A wooden wall clock in the shape of Ohio, gift to me from my congregation in a small Ohio town. Three framed certificates mark my progress to become their minister.

Everything else is furniture that has traveled with me for a while. The student desk and chair were used by my three sons. The much-scarred cherry end table, a gift from my mother in the 60’s, has been in every home I’ve known. The futon came with me from Chicago when I moved back to Cleveland to be with my family here. My glass computer table and new laptop are beside a table where my printer sits. They are the newest things except for what I write, which await my muse.

With many thanks to Pleasant Street who gave me the idea to write this piece.

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Haiku: Back to the Future

Tuck pointers make dust
Hard at work pool guys plant trees
I found something lost

Changes at WordPress
Undid Haiku construction
I almost gave up

Found my latest posts
On original theme site
Long gone and renamed

Poetry By Heart
Using Classic Editor
Breathes new life in me

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Haiku: Fall House Cleaning

Muse has been drowsing
Beneath life’s daily matters
Awakening now

Cleansing rain falling
Breezes create refreshment
Words begin to stir

Family heart work
Enters time of fruition
Now space for my soul

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Haiku: Writer’s Block

Morning clouds depress
Inspiration happy thoughts
Sun comes out hurrah

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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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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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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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Requiem

Exploring the poetry of everyday life
More easily said than done these days
Time to reset and center myself
Face facts that changes warping the world
Seem to be settling in for a long haul

Poetry is not dead Heaven forbid
This lifeblood of humans flows deep in our veins
Hidden beneath horrors spewed out in the news
Goodness and glory in shapes still unseen
Kindness and God’s grace yet will prevail

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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

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