Old Wood In The House

strong winter winds
old wood in the house
ceilings, floors, walls
startling me in the early hours
speaking to me this day

resilience
strength

the way
Hope holds

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This poem is from January 30, 2012.

Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin

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I thought I’d begin a new series here of posts that are influenced by my study of haiku.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Daily Prompt: Vanish

Vanish – This is a post of gratitude.  Years ago, my career was followed by illness, and then several years of helping with my mother’s care.  I believe that my experience with new health needs helped me better understand my mother’s older years.  I could not keep pace with people my age, and this time with my mother was good for both of us.  I cooked good meals, and we sat and watched the news and movies.

I subscribed to journals, but was not always able to read them, or write new poems.  I lost touch with some good friends.  Then some of us got back in touch. The years when I seemed to be away blessed me greatly as well.  I also changed my life to adapt to new family and health needs.  My life grew in different ways than I had planned, and more and more, I see God’s plan.

We all have special gifts to share.  The expression may change, and we may discover new ways of being creative.  More and more, I trust that when I read and rest, something new will grow at the right time.

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new growth
on evergreens
dinner with old friends

SMILE, 2010
This large print journal was edited and published by Joyce M. Johnson for years.

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January thaw . . .
letting go
of old heartaches

Published in A Splash of Water: Haiku Society of America 2015 Members’ Anthology, edited by Catherine J.S. Lee.

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Ellen Grace Olinger

Snapshots

The Discover Challenge this week is Snapshots.

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Snow melting
in March . . .
my mother’s new smile

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Gentle spring winds
in evergreen trees
the friendship we grew

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taking turns
letting each other go
only to learn again
how love grows
Mother

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Mother’s Day 2004
in loving memory of Enola M. Borgh

You gave your life
to Language and us
reading your work
fills the long hours
I freely gave to your care

How you worked to live
and were unafraid to die
remembering how
you basked in the books
I read aloud

the photo of us by
the graves at the
family reunion
“Woman, why
w
eepest thou?” *

* From John 20: 15 (KJV)

 

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Publication credits:

“Snow melting” Time Of Singing (Spring 2003)

“Gentle spring winds” Time Of Singing (Spring 2012)

“taking turns” Bell’s Letters Poet 2006

“Mother’s Day 2004” LYNX 2004

The Delicate Border Image is courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art.

Ellen Grace Olinger

forget-me-nots
bloom everywhere
love endures

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