warm puppy pile
cozy heater, quiet snores
one more nap
Copyright © 2021-02-04, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo, Day 4.)
Awake too soon
Tag: everydayinspiration
Rough Chopped Breakfast | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 342
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 342 Rough and Season
rough chop the fixings
melt some butter in the pan
season eggs to tasteserve fancy meals to your guests
when you’re alone, please yourself
Copyright © 2021-01-26, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Butterfly moments
the terrible beauty of quiet moments
is that they leave again
butterflies in search of another perfect flowerdon’t crush them as they seek to fly away
thank them for remaining with you for so long
Copyright © 2021-01-23, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Winter Art | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 341
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 341 FROST and Glint
the glint of sunbeams
through a frosted window pane
winter’s quiet breath
Copyright © 2021-01-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Look forward to Spring | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 340
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 340 RELEASE and Simple.
release from darkness
simple joy in springtime’s breeze
relax into peacewhispering of butterflies
morning songs of cheerful birds
Copyright © 2021-01-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Image by Ronny Overhate from PixabayPixabay
Look again | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 339
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 339 CHILD and Grow
children run, laughing
among the growing flowers rabbits hide beneath
Copyright © 2021-01-06, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Image by natureworks from Pixabay
Morning echoes (Reblog)
distant light
dim through mist not scattered
by breath of windsounds fold back upon themselves
echoes too close to hear
Copyright © 2019-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Source: Morning echoes on my The Written Word journal.
No Rereads, Nothing More
no history
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.
In or Out? Prompt: Fence
there’s new mesh fencing
just outside our backyard fence…
keeping rabbits outhidden in my flower garden
new burrow, new-sown seed
Copyright © 2018-06-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Our backyard neighbors, being annoyed at the neighborhood rabbits eating in the backyards, have put mesh fencing (“chicken wire”) along our ~120-foot fence. And so the rabbits have no quick way to escape into our yard when chased. Last fall, we bought a set of sturdy metal decorative fencing units to keep the Scampers from wandering through my wildflowers, looking for lost toys, found bunnies, or interesting ‘tween-meal snacks.
This morning, the first outing of the day, before the rain started up, again, I spotted a section of the wildflower garden with no vegetation towering over flowers. Sure enough! Needing a safe place to hide a family, the rabbit dug a burrow in the midst of my wildflowers. Cleared a swath! That would be the rabbit that the Scampers chased out of the yard when we first came out.
In the renewed rainfall, I have scattered a packet of basil seeds and what was left of last year’s wildflower mix around the burrow in hopes that it will hide the entrance and keep out the afternoon’s bright sunlight. While I do pull out the long grass in the garden and nonflowering clover and such, I let volunteer flowers (sweet clover, a few dandelions, white campion, &c.) grow among the flowers for which I bought new seed.
Not Sure, Yet
Flax in Rain
Amongst the Flowers
Blue Wild Flax
Best wishes for your day!
Lizl
The current rabbit population looks to be descendants of Sam’s Rabbit.
Day 14, Open Air Dining | #NaPoWriMo2018
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.”
“Grasshopper”
one warm summer day
a debonair grasshopper
dines on a flowerspotting a street photographer
he grins between bites and bows
Copyright © 2018-04-14, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
Originally published on The Moments Between blog.
Day 26, Life-long learning | #NaPoWriMo2018
nahaiwrimo:April 26 LEARN
Real life-long learning doesn’t have to be profound or deep or even long-lasting. Doing so keeps us young! While in Boston this last weekend, I learned that I love lobster rolls. I also learned that I love the warm welcoming people I met. Learning something new blesses us all in one way or another and perhaps only in hindsight. Onward!
a water pail
moist dirt between my toes
sunlight’s warmth
after a lingering winter
it’s time to plant flowers
Copyright © 2018-04-26, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
Day 24: Growing Up | #NaPoWriMo2018
Prompt for the day, Cayahoga library: List all the jobs you have had, including volunteer work and other unpaid jobs. Turn the list into a list poem by rearranging, repeating or just titling it. /Or/ write a poem about one of them.
I thought I’d stick to the jobs during grade school and high school, leaving out the gardening chores, since that really was free labor for the common good.
“It’s good for you”
My first jobs, tedious but
character- and muscle-building
picking rocks at springtime
in farmers’ fields
kids’ time is cheaper than repairsFather rented us out by the day
The second summer job lasted
much shorter than it seemed
which was always and forever
clipping grass around stones
mowing the cemetery grounds
setting traps for ground squirrels
who spoiled painstaking work—
lugging pails of well water
to drown the pests or
drive them outShould have stuck with the rock picking
The best job of my childhood
was selling door to door
in a small town every household
finds the need for more stationery
cards for none or all occasions
so their children find buyers, tooPay-off was a week or two
each August far away from home
for private and group lessons,
ensemble, band and choir rehearsalsBrass ensemble work cost extra…
Worth the miles walked to get there
Copyright © 2018-04-24, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
Day 27: Wind and Water (final version) | #NaPoWriMo2018
waves beat on the shore
playing footsies with strangers
then slipping awaywind and sand party along
the beach … Catch me if you can!
Copyright © 2018-04-27, by Elizabeth Bennefeld, final version.
Prompt: Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge of 23 April 2018: Beat and Party.
Day 20 – Energy | #NaPoWriMo2018
exuberant raindrops
keep time against the window
until the cloud-breakstreams send water toward the sea
as shadows turn to light
Copyright © 2018-04-30, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
Note: Finishing up with the missed/delayed poem postings for #NaPoWriMo2018. Searching for photographs to go with the poems.
Distant Silence | WP Weekly Photo Challenge
like a vapor trail
barely visible against
the sky…too far
away to hear a sound
as life begins and ends
Copyright © 2018-01-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.
WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Silence.
Late at Night
the ticking clock
restless sounds of puppy dreams…
one unread chaptercurtains closed against the dark
stars above adorn the night
Copyright © 2017-12-18, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
Back in the Day (30 November 2017)
Brewer: For today’s prompt, write a “back in the day” poem. You might also
call this a “good old days” poem or a “bad old days” poem. To me, back in
the day is synonymous with history–but a kind of personal history (even if
shared among a community).
gold field…harvest time
footprints and downed stalks trail us
our shortcut home
— Elizabeth Bennefeld, Copyright © 2017-11-30.
In childhood, we wandered throughout the neighboring pastures and fields, afternoons and early evenings and weekend days. We swam in the creeks and marshes, rivers and shallow pond, often coming home soaked to the skin and coated with mud. When we arrived home in answer to Mother’s call, she often made us strip at the back door and sprayed us down with the garden hose until we were clean enough to come into the house, put on clean clothes, and help set the table for supper.
The Marsh’s Edge (27 November 2017)
marsh’s edge
red-winged blackbirds celebrate
new-hatched chicks
clinging to his reedy stalk,
feathers fluffed, the father sings
Copyright © by Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2017-11-27
Shine (26 November 2017)
sunshine through leaves
kissed by frost…changing color
golden light
Copyright © 2017-11-26, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Prompt: Brewer: shine
Startled amusement
old photographs
a poppy for remembrance—
so long ago
his proposal accepted
his startled silence
Copyright © 2017-10-05, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
The waning days of the Japanese Poetry workshop. Far too short!
Quilted Poetry 