Afternoon Shade | #RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku # Poetry #Challenge 334

koi fish and lily pads in pond
Koi FIsh and Lily Pads

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 334 GRACE and Slip

graceful in the pond
koi slip under lily pads
sheltered from the sun

they gossip together and
lunch on tiny water bugs

Copyright © 2020-12-01, by Lizl Bennefeld.

 

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Country Dreaming | #RonovanWrites #Haiku #Challenge 291 Charm & Harm

hilly, green pastoral scene with stands of trees and stone walls

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #291 Charm&Harm

dreams of rustic charms…
the thickets and stone fences
shelter all from harm

butterflies rest on cows’ ears
trout and flies share pasture news

Copyright © 2020-02-06, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge

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Day 24: Growing Up | #NaPoWriMo2018

hometown cemetery

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 repairs

Father 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 out

Should 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, too

Pay-off was a week or two
each August far away from home
for private and group lessons,
ensemble, band and choir rehearsals

Brass ensemble work cost extra…
Worth the miles walked to get there

Copyright © 2018-04-24, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

 

Much absent

Due to both of my computers developing nonrecoverable disk drive problems, I am a bit behind on everything, now. I’ve finally gotten a cheap computer, which I’m trying to set up. It does not save my passwords for me! My next step is, I think, to try to set up my email on the desktop computer that’s been doing nothing for years other than processing SETI@Home data, since it’s still got Windows Live Mail on it, which I need for some of my domain mail.

Three weeks ago, I bought for myself (a birthday present) a leather-cased journal, thinking to get back into writing poetry by hand. This has turned out to be a good thing, because it gives me a total change of pace from the battle with passwords and backups and restores.

Once everything shakes down and a routine establishes itself, I will return to the process of figuring out what I need in a computer that will accommodate my art work and photo editing, also, and not just the writing, communication and social interactions.

Believe I will cross-post this to The Moments Between and (quite properly) The Art of Disorder.

Tug of War | Poetry 101 Rehab

Written in response to this week’s Poetry 101
Rehab hosted by Andy Townend.
Prompt: “The Rope”

“Tug of War”

A rope comes equipped
with two ends, a dog
attached to each
for balance, amusement,
mutual purpose: Fun.

The battle takes place
out of reach. No fouls!

Sometimes, there’s a winner,
not always the same one,
chewing on the rope end.
Sometimes they share.

But mostly mock battles
dissolve … lose themselves
in friendship.

“Tug of War”. Copyright © 2016-05-29, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.