Poem and Creative Notes

driving home
on different roads
and streets

these trees are taller

I remember places
that only exist in photos
and memories now

and then
the beauty

of today

Ellen Grace Olinger

I searched this site to see if I had published this poem before, and I rediscovered this Guest Post by Carol Purington (April 6, 2017). Her tanka are wonderful. The phrase in common is “driving home.”

You can visit Carol Purington at Woodslawn Farm, and read her new post there for March 2019.

Ellen Grace Olinger

highway sounds

highway sounds
in the distance
years gone by

I remember this poem
and look forward to reading in my study
with an open window again this year.

The Doves of Time Drawing is by Harrison Weir
and courtesy of Reusable Art.

Country Bridge is by William Walker
and courtesy of Reusable Art.

Ellen Grace Olinger
March 2015 and 2019
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Winter Azalea by Charles A. Waugaman

WINTER AZALEA

There is a potted azalea in the living room
That feeds my soul.
All summer it planned for bloom.
Month after month it gave itself to this.
I should like to think
It gave itself to me,
Planned to reward me
For the scorching days of neglect
And the numerous hours it lay
Tipped on its side by the exuberant wind,
And crushed against the flagging of the patio.
But the azalea is not concerned with rewards.
It is content to be.
It is in being that it blesses.
I would like to give myself as completely to being.
I would like to feed souls.

By Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010)

WITHIN The Circle of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman
All Rights Reserved.

2003, Elin Grace Publishing
Collection copyright, Author
This book is out of print.

barge on the horizon

barge on the horizon . . .
       disappearing . . .
              the life I left

Time Of Singing (1997)

D. Claire Gallagher, Editor, selected this haiku for the Members’ Anthology 2000, Haiku Society of America.  The book is called Crinkled Sunshine.

I still love to watch the barges on Lake Michigan. Today we have a winter storm, yet we know there will be spring again. I remember writing this poem. I had to make some changes for health and family reasons. A beautiful new life slowly grew, from deeper roots. One day at a time. Over time. I am retired now. My overall goal with my blogs is to offer hope.

Ellen Grace Olinger
August 2013 and February 2019
1,000 Posts Review