A little bit of musings, here, reading through the vast range of events, personal opinions and reactions. I suspect that by the time it would take me to sort out and understand everything, the world will have moved on. — EWBContinue reading “Question and response”
moonlight on the waves as far as my eyes can see pebbles on the shore I still hear you whispering that you someday will return copyright © 2022-04-04, by lizl bennefeld
Synonym: pebbles = sand.
watching ocean waves from atop the lighthouse tower— softly on the rocks make the windows watertight firm against late autumn storms copyright © 2022-03-28, by lizl bennefeld
The haiku form (Impending Storm) can be found on my blog, Quietude and Tea.
Oddly, I don’t seem to have an image to go with this. It’s late at night, once again, and again I am at my keyboard, the dogs at the foot of the bed. I like this time of the night because everything around me has come to rest…except for me. I appreciate the quiet.
thoughts and second thoughts
present themselves past midnight
choices made in haste
words spoken and unspokenCopyright © 2021/08/09, by Lizl Bennefeld.
might swap places if they could
days make room for nights
bless good deeds — forgive mistakes
nestle into sleep
Copyright © 2020-12-30, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Prompt: Sun sets on 2020 CE.
comfort of silence
clouds in the distance
all’s at peace
new pathways appear
Copyright © 2020-12-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.
This poem wound itself through two prompts. The first, a prompt for Day 29, began with “What is one childhood activity you particularly hated…?” and followed up with “What would you rather have been doing instead?” Since the activity in question is “school”, I let that prompt rest. The prompt for Day 30, from the same source, was Forgiveness in four-line stanzas.
So, this rough draft (so as not to lose the idea, in case I should someday want to write a poem or two on the subjects) is what appeared.
I forgive myself for not being perfect,
not understanding all of what I see,
or knowing what you’re thinking
without one word from you.
I forgive myself for all I’ve learned
and for not knowing answers to
all the many questions others say
I should have sought out first.
I forgive myself for being an eccentric
(midst the cookie cutter worlds of labeled brands)
in a quiet world of wonder embroidered
with snow or flowers, soft winds, silent nights.
I forgive myself for being me,
for submerging in an inner world
that gathers in sights and sounds not
filtered through a million minds.
I do not need forgiveness for not
being who or what you need
at the moment of world crisis
or at any other point in time.
I was created to be unique with
my own desires and fascinations.
We explore without guilt, not yet sure
of all that’s here for us to find.
[rough draft, 1st rev.] © 2020-04-30, by Liz Bennefeld.
written on moth wings
illumined by fireflies
whispered by the trees
all things end as time rewinds
and the world begins again
Copyright © 2019/09/30, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
Revised on 2020-02-27.
Copyright © Lizl Bennefeld, 2019/09/24. All rights reserved.
lines on a page—
the poem wrote itself…but
it doesn’t take photos
Copyright © Lizl Bennefeld, 2018-05-22 (rev. 2019-08-31). All rights reserved.
Tone it down, there!
Pitch-and-Toss ain’t meant to be
a bloody shouting match!
A senryu, copyright © 2019-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld.
after clouds whose showers bathed
path and air…and me
Copyright © 2019-04-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
A “view” poem, Brewer, day 13, Poetic Asides: Writers Digest.
As with theartofdisorder dot net, I am also discontinuing my Personal plan at WordPress for quiltedpoetry dot net and reverting to the free plan with fewer amenities. More of my writing is personal and on paper, these days, and I find myself wanting more time and attention available for other concerns.
I am continuing with my writing and increasingly, my photography. While I enjoy (crave?) interaction with people on a personal basis, engagement has decreased on the Internet over the decades. At the same time, my motivations and goals are changing.
I am not going away. However, I am reallocating resources.
fires made of letters that I’ll never read again
Copyright © 2018/06/24, by E.W. Bennefeld.
no correspondence between life and death
lights turned off
Copyright © 2018/06/24, by E.W. Bennefeld.
I decided to go back to yesterday’s poetry prompts list and write a poem to go with my favorite grasshopper photograph.
Brewer: “For today’s prompt, pick an insect (any insect), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Praying Mantis,” “Ants,” and “Grasshoppers.” I’ll even except other creepy crawlies, like spiders, slugs, and leeches (shiver). Sorry in advance if this prompt gives you the heebie-jeebies; feel free to use insect repellent in your verse.”
one warm summer day
a debonair grasshopper
dines on a flower
spotting a street photographer
he grins between bites and bows
Copyright © 2018-04-14, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
Originally published on The Moments Between blog.