Ellen Grace Olinger
the vase from Mother
beautiful
without flowers
by Ellen Grace Olinger (USA)
May 30, 2022
Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog
And new poems:
new books
from the library
spring gardens
more colors
in the gardens
forget me nots
beautiful
with primroses
forget me nots
May morning
sounds of work
in the neighborhood
kitchen window
primrose colors
in the sun
poems to see
and perhaps write
primroses near the door
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
In my post yesterday, Haiku, I wrote about my mother’s encouragement to learn about a form. Of course, this is lifelong learning. Today I am reviewing my work to select a few poems from over the years.
birds perch
in sheltering branches
a grain of mustard seed
Matthew 13: 31–32 inspired my poem.
Published by Time of Singing, 1995.
rarely at your grave —
geranium blooms freely
on your workshop stool
Modern Haiku, Fall 1996
Ellen Olinger – Three Questions Series, 2010
Edited by Curtis Dunlap
Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog
Daily Haiku: July 11, 2017
Psalms to pray
and poems to read
sun on seawalls
Dawn Returns
The Haiku Society of America
2022 Members’ Anthology
John J. Han, Editor
Haiku Society of America, New York
I mentioned in an earlier post, Literature and History, that my mother taught composition and literature at a university. When I began writing more poetry, and print journals accepted my work, she wrote the page numbers for my poems on the covers. She also suggested I learn a form, and then I began with haiku. My mother said to learn about a form – and always more to learn – and then you can try your own ideas.
Spring poetry
journals in the mail
new season of art
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin – April 24, 2021
The Haiku Way To Healing: Illness, Injury and Pain (Including Senryu, Tanka and Haiga). Edited by Robert Epstein, 2022. Middle Island Press, West Union, WV.
as I look through
poetry books
from the last many years
some poets here
some poets there
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
reading for hours
as when young
thoughts of loved ones
from those years too
sky the color
of forget-me-nots
sun reaches trees
also old pine wood
in the house
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