still going strong growing while there's light & water... roots and second chances —lizl, 2o22/o7/24
Challenge words: Belly and Stuff.
strong ocean swells ship sails belly in the wind don't stuff the bow
[senryu.] Copyright © Liz Bennefeld, 2021-11-30.
This National Poetry Month, 2021, I have had (and still having) a lot of fun writing my poems. Mostly micropoetry, this year. I am thinking about continuing on with the writing for the rest of the evening, and nothing else is scheduled, and so I will watch the words and phrases floating past and catch a few here and there to work with. The Scamper pups have had their evening meal and are now asleep at the foot of my chair. Al is on his way to his favorite café for a cup of coffee, picking up a few things from the grocery store on the way home.
The poems that I have posted during NaPoWriMo 2021 are on my Quiet Spaces Journal: The Written Word at Home.
I am still writing for another three or four hours.
a good flea circus
is nothing to be sneezed at…
just don’t bring your dogs
Copyright © Lizl Bennefeld, 2021-04-05.
chittering of squirrels
as they settle into sleep
twilight turns to night
as mockingbirds sing their songs
to stars scattered on the sky
Copyright © 2021-03-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I have other poems and various prose on my Quiet Spaces/The Written Word blog: The Written Word at Home.
nodding flower heads
warm beneath the summer sun
dream of autumn days
crickets laze about and chirp
silly songs in cool, dark shade
Copyright © 2021-03-09, by Lizl Bennefeld.
the ease of leaving
everything behind for now
sorrow at the loss
forget-me-nots remind me
of your true and faithful love
Copyright © 2021-03-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.
patio for guests
within call if she awakes…
the scent of lilies
a stray whiff of her perfume
the memory of her voice
Copyright © 2021-02-23, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo 2021, Day 23)
Photo from the archives of Lizl Bennefeld, photographer.
the dawn comes quickly
lighting clouds beyond my feet
valleys filled by mist
somewhere below, crowds gather—
Copyright © 2021-01-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
After the end-of-year activities, getting back into the swing of writing through picking images and writing from/to them.
For this year’s NaNoWriMo/National Novel Writing Month, I once again took part, with a small email group, in writing a poem for each day. I posted them on my Quiet Spaces/The Written Word journal. The link below will take you to those 30 poems.
I hope that you will find some that you enjoy.
late autumn dusk
quiet settles on the woods
pop of burning logs
cold snows brush the windows
an almost-winter lullaby
Copyright © 2020-11-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.
winds of near winter
leach moisture from the garden
turning dirt to dust
seeds now dream of spring’s warm rain
safe beneath the leaves and weeds
Copyright © 2020-10-20, by Lizl Bennefeld.
beauty among weeds
wildflower seeds and moisture
raindrops in the dust
the sky adorned with rain clouds
nature’s glory is renewed
Copyright © 2020-10-19, by Lizl Bennefeld.
burning in my mind
long lost days
Copyright © 2020-09-15, by Lizl Bennefeld
rain whips my windows
on its journey through the sky
drops burst and fracture
fill the outside air with mist
and leave nothing else to breathe
Copyright © 2020-08-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.
early morning dew
my world is made of sunlight
mirrored in small drops
worries caught inside their spheres
evaporate and vanish
Copyright © 2020-08-06, by Lizl Bennefeld.
distant clouds hold rain
the summer wind is gentle
the sky is still blue
birds gossip over earthworms
while the honeybees trade blooms
Copyright © 2020-07-23, by Liz Bennefeld.
life is getting thin
no life pie for me, today
guess I’m dieting
the wedges ran together
into piles of gooey mud
this day is ending
but there is still tomorrow
promising more days
with sunny skies and dewdrops
secrets whispered by the winds
Copyright © 2020-07-21, by Liz Bennefeld.
the Pan Clade kisses
homo sapiens and chimps
we have the same needs
we want to feel wanted and
need to really feel the love
Copyright © 2020-07-20, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Discussion here: Hominidae – Wikipedia
Earth’s windy fingers
riffle through her layered clouds
opening to view
Venus slipping from her path
for a midnight walk with Mars
Copyright © 2020-07-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
A short poem tiptoed through my mind as I was writing my Weekend Coffee Share blog post for the week.
on a lonely journey
down the crowded path of life
singing my own song
I don’t have a solo voice…
wish someone would sing along
Copyright © 2020-07-03, by Lizl Bennefeld.
safety is not safe
no magic buttons to push
no quick fixes here
neither anger nor logic
but love, charity, and grace
Copyright ©2020-06-01. by Liz Bennefeld.
a rainless spring
snow trailing toward summer
birds, count your worms twice
[a thought doodle.] Copyright © 2020-05-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
bronze lagoon dragon…
frogs jump from its burbling tongue
to fake lily pads
[senryu]. Copyright © 2020-01-28, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
Substitution: asp = dragon
Copyright © 2019-07-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Source: Sunday meditation
“Reaching Together for the Sky”
I believe there comes a time—
wakening from doze or sleep—
when mind and body listen
to each other, and
the mind hesitates,
then says, No more
and the body says,
takes that one last breath
“Reaching Together for the Sky”. Copyright © 2017-10-14, by Elizabeth W. (Lizl) Bennefeld.
sweetheart roses say
I love you…truly they do—
from your heart to mine
I long to hear your promise
that you’ll always love me too
Copyright © 2019-05-20, by Lizl Bennefeld.
morning holds its breath
as the temperature struggles
to rise through the frost
Copyright © 2019-05-10, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I have idled away my time, while waiting to take my next dose of medication on schedule. I have written one of the three poems I need to complete the 30 poems for April’s Na/GloPoWriMo challenge.
as I slept, the sun
appeared and warmed the ground
I woke to tulips
Copyright © 2019-05-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Prompt from Na/GloPoWriMo, Day 29: Write a minimalist poem.
Van Loon’s Lives
plucked from the bookcase—
which role for you?
we then might choose the parts we
played and start each day anew
Copyright © 2019-05-01, by Lizl Bennefeld.
warm winds and raindrops
filling up the tulip cups…
sliding down long leaves
Copyright © 2019-04-25, by Lizl Bennefeld.
night’s soft cloak
sun’s lingering warmth
summer’s breeze is redolent
with scents of sleeping flowers
Copyright © 2019-04-22, by Lizl Bennefeld. Brewer’s prompt …
I found myself considering the sadness of leaves and seeds that fall where they can neither decompose nor have the opportunity to germinate and grow. And so, on a (serious) whimsy, I promised the residue on the garage floor that when I was finished with taking their photographs, there, I would gather up them all and return them to the outdoors, where they may decay, or sprout, and live again.
mourning for the leaves on the garage floor
thrown out in new plastic bags
not renewing the soil
Copyright © 2019-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I used a kimo instead of a haiku for this haibun.
drawn towards joy
changing of the seasons
quiet melt of winter’s snow
springtime’s gift of sun and rain
Copyright © 2019-04-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
This poem was also posted to my Quiet Spaces blog: The Written Word at Home.
March comes in as a lion … and April buries the road by which it leaves.
is sharp but somehow peaceful
unlike April’s storms
like cyclones over water
Spring adds fury to its snow
Copyright © 2019-04-10, by Lizl Bennefeld.
ice reforms on quiet waters
tucking in the warm
Copyright © 2019-04-09, by Lizl Bennefeld.