in the twilight
Grandma folds her tired hands
one last time
seniors
Blurred
the old woman squints
wonders about her glasses
so blurred these days
Writing Haiku Again
Hello and Welcome to all haiku fans — especially to those who have followed this blog in the past. You will see this blog has been inactive for a long time. I stopped writing to fight a battle with leukemia — and thankfully the doctors and I did win this round. Now I plan to start posting here again.
I plan to do a “something old, something new” schedule. I’ve so many haiku scribbled on scraps here and there; it’s time to collect and post them all. and every other day I’ll post one from my Archives.
So here’s today’s verse:
silver in her hair
wisdom in her heart
grandma’s shrewd eyes
Thanks for visiting.
Dementia
he thinks I’m his wife
the resident in room twelve
but I died last year
so why am I here — and how
did I cook his eggs?
Communication
grandma leans forward
trying to catch what’s said
the teens send texts
Revival
can an old tree
sprout tender shoots
can winter-dead branches
bud spring-green leaves,
an ex-poet a new verse?
I’m hoping the answer is “Yes.”
Chemo-therapy is behind me now (an April to September ordeal) and I’ve been in the dark depths of exhaustion and depression during these last few weeks. Thanks be, it feels like I’m coming up for air again and seeing a brighter day ahead. And I’ve missed this little corner of my creative life, so want to start posting a verse a day on this blog again.
Happy New Year to everyone reading this. Welcome to those of you who have recently started following me — trusting there would be something posted — and my thanks to those of you who are still following. I will begin in faith and see how things go.
Today’s verse:
small courtesies
brighten weary old souls
sunshine on frosted panes
Turnip
the poor old woman
tripped on a turnip at dusk
called it a blessing
