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Dance in light | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 417

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 417 BREAK and Dance.

Vilhem Hammershøi, Dust Motes Dancing in the Sunbeams, 1900
dust motes dance
caught by the sunbeams
break of day

Copyright © Lizl Bennefeld, 2022-07-04.

Image: “Vilhem Hammershøi, Dust Motes Dancing in the Sunbeams, 1900” by bianca.maggio is marked with Public Domain Mark 1.0. To view the terms, visit https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/?ref=openverse.

Posted in Life Happens, nature, Poem, Poetry, tanka, Writing

Etched in sand | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 404

Posted on by Lizl
memories etched in sand

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 404 Eyes and Sand

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

Photo by Giuseppe Famiani on Unsplash

Synonym: pebbles = sand.

Posted in Life Happens, nature, Poem, Poetry, tanka, Writing

Waiting | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 403

Posted on by Lizl
Lighthouse and Storm

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 403 TOWER and Watch

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

“Lighthouse And Storm (Explored)” by jarr1520 is marked with CC BY-NC 2.0. (Not modified.)

The haiku form (Impending Storm) can be found on my blog, Quietude and Tea.

Posted in Haiku, micropoetry, Personal, Poem, Poetry, Retrospection, Writing

Give your heart | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 400 FEATHER and Whisper.

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Pixabay free clipart

It has been a long time since I wrote this poem, but it is one of my most favorite among those I have written in this century. (I may write another to this prompt, but for now I could not resist the repetition.)

Gift your muse quill pens
and bid her feathers whisper
love to your belovèd

Copyright © by Liz Bennefeld, 2015-10-26. All rights reserved.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 400 FEATHER and Whisper.

Posted in nature, Poem, Poetry, tanka, Writing

Rocks and Spider Webs #RonovanWrites #Haiku Challenge 395

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 395 CRUST and Scar.

"NCA 17 Orton Fells - Great Asby Scar NNR" by naturalengland is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
Limestone Pavements
limestone scars   
thrust up through Earth's crust   
white pavement   
      abrasions by glaciers    
      where spiders string their webs   
      [tanka.] Copyright © 2022-01-31, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Reference: “The Limestone Pavements of Orton Fells”, by Kaushik Patowary, The Amusing Planet, 10 April 2015.

Image: “NCA 17 Orton Fells – Great Asby Scar NNR” by naturalengland is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

The days and the years

Looking back over the past few years — the suffocating wildfires and the Covid-19 pandemic — I marvel at the difference that has taken place in terms of my involvement in and passion for seeking out my feelings and creating poetry that might express what I am thinking and feeling. For attempting to see the world from my own viewpoint, rather than relying on the opinions of others.

I think that I am changing. Finding a different focus? Feeling less threatened, perhaps, by the thought of running out of time to do what I have thought was important. But life isn’t like that. It ends when it ends, and what I have done is what I have accomplished. What I have not accomplished, no longer relevant. The world goes on without me, and my “space” fades and disappears as people whose lives I have shared adapt and continue…and the same for each of us in turn. I am not at the center of my world.

The ripples that are now in the stream fade away as the water flows on and mingles with other ripples and currents. Made by Nature or Other or competing forces. The present and the future make their own realities as they travel their own paths. And those paths may end. And it will not be because of anything I have said or done…or because of who or what I am, whoever that might have been or as perceived through others’ senses and minds.

The future will create itself. And I will be…whoever or whatever one becomes as the materials that now constitute myself become other and reform into many other shapes and forms, living things or inert. Detached and reused in their turn. Erosion, regrowth, or nothing at all. Or from stardust to stardust once again.

Posted in folklore, micropoetry, Poem, Poetry, tanka, Writing

Nature Walks | #Ronovan Writes #Haiku Challenge 360

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CHT207479 Will-o’-the-wisp and Snake (colour litho); by Hendrich, Hermann (b.1856) (after); colour lithograph; Bibliotheque des Arts Decoratifs, Paris, France; Archives Charmet; German, out of copyright

wills-o’-the-wisp float
through the damp and misty air
searching out pathways…
sights that you don’t want to see
tracks down which you should not go

Copyright © 1 June 2021, by Liz Bennefeld.

 

#Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 360 AIR and Wisp.