The following poem was published first in MIDWEST POETRY REVIEW, in 1994.
There are days when everything seems a metaphor… I persist with a bottle of salad dressing that won’t open Touch the childhood scar on my forehead now blended with a wrinkle Am comforted by cards and letters sent at just the right time Gaze at the blue heron who stayed long into the Fall And marvel at the migrating monarchs on their way.
I ponder the limits of persistence for the heron left one day And feel wounds aging into wisdom although scars do stay Recognize “help from the sanctuary” and read Psalm 20 once again In wonder at these days when everything seems a metaphor…
New dreams were growing all along And would be tested true I finally flew to embrace them too.
These are Garden Journal photos from a few past years. Some poems and photos are gifts. Perhaps I can call them FOUND ART. I also think of them as HAIKU PHOTOS.
November 2016 – I loved seeing the natural arrangements of leaves on the blue tarp Karl had on his trailer.
Poem, Bible verse, and thoughts from a post in September 2014:
turning the page of an older book the age in my hands
Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation . . . Psalm 71: 18 (KJV)
I wrote the haiku awhile ago. I’ve always been an “old soul” and always felt my gifts with the language arts would take a long time to begin to grow. When I read verses in the Bible that encouraged me to take the long view, I had no idea blogs would be the answer.
And creative notes today:
I have a few drafts of chapbooks in progress, with my poems from our blogs. And I’ll add photos. Many ways to create, and each book can be different. I am still happy with Quiet Christmas Poetry, from 2014.
As I work through this process, the posts here with dates and any publication credits help a lot. I also save emails and letters from editors and have a few shelves where I keep print journals and books. Grateful to the editors and all readers for their encouragement.
Ellen Grace Olinger
These are two of my favorite photos by Karl from our recent visit to The Sheboygan River at Kiwanis Park. We saw many butterflies.