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”
four hours of sleep…enough
to embrace the day
the quiet hours before dawn
the vast oceans of thought
[tanka.] Copyright © 2022-01-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Image by Xuân Tuấn Anh Đặng from Pixabay.
jazz notes in the dark
send me back to memories—
when our world was new
one more kiss…one last caress
’til eternity with you
Copyright © 2021•07•19, by Liz Bennefeld.
The image at the top of the page is by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
create a web of shadows
weaving dark with light
scattered clouds and glowing stars
mirrored in a breathless lake
Copyright © 2021•07•12, by Lizl Bennefeld.
morning’s flower fly
who lands on tender petals
promises new blooms
Copyright © 2021•06•28. by Lizl Bennefeld.
chirping cricket choir
winds sing pine-tree lullabies
nestlings … fast asleep
Copyright © 2021•06•21 by Lizl Bennefeld.
dusty desert winds
yacht race on a dry lake bed
the drag of the sail
Copyright © 2021•06•14. by Lizl Bennefeld.
blue midday flowers
Copyright © 9 June 2021 by Liz Bennefeld
weeping willows sigh
as nature’s wind and raindrops
hammer at the roof
in the home hearth, embers glow
with memories of your love
Copyright © 2021•06•07 by Lizl Bennefeld.
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.
mix of dark and light
lines lend themselves to nature’s
Copyright © 24 May 2021, by Liz Bennefeld.
white anthers adorn
the flower’s golden center
and blue-petaled frame
the simple joys of springtime
between the warm, gentle rains
Copyright © 22 May 2021,
Liz Bennefeld, writer/artist
amid the shadows
that spread gloom on the morning
a cup of sunshine
© lizl bennefeld
13 May 2021
flower in the night
waiting for the sun to rise
petals hold their breath– lizl bennefeld, © 2021•05•05
wrap yourself in quiet
put sadness aside
look past pain to joy
deep rivers carve their way through stone
falling tears both heal and burn
[micropoem]. Copyright © 2021-04-27, by Liz Bennefeld.Alex Williams on Unsplash
light caught in a cup
the glow of tulip petals
at the sunbeam’s end
Copyright © 2021-03-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.
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.
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 house that is home
irises by our back door
lost midst memories
Copyright © 2021-02-20, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo 2021, Day 20)
warm puppy pile
cozy heater, quiet snores
one more nap
Copyright © 2021-02-04, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo, Day 4.)
Copyright © 2020-12-25, by Lizl Bennefeld.
life’s tides are certain
rhythmic changes shape our years
flow and ebb…and cease
entwined hearts drawn in the sand
now buried but eternal
Copyright © 2020-11-16, by Lizl Bennefeld.
to those not yet dead
consider what is lacking
for those left behind
promises to be fulfilled
apologies for dying
[tanka.] Copyright © 2020-09-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Thoughts for those of us who dare and who also expect never to fall or fail.
Image by E. W. Bennefeld, 24 April 2018.
Last night (Wednesday), I participated in a Poetry Heals workshop (via Zoom). The free workshop sessions are held weekly, at least through September. It’s sponsored by Poetry Heals: bringing therapeutic writing to difficult lives. in Colorado. Link to the post on their site: Poetry Heals launches Caring for Caregivers
All of us who are not totally alone have become caregivers (and care-receivers?) for one another. That can be a burden. It was interesting, identifying my emotions, writing funny bits and/or poems, and writing with others what my current emotions feel like. And sharing what was written with other members of the group.
This morning, during the Lunchtime Write-in I participate in, I tried a less rough, rough draft summarizing my thoughts, written as a poem, for the final exercise.
I know what I write
I write what I see
I feel what is outside
and inside of me
I cannot change the past
I wouldn’t know what change to make
I cannot guide the future
I can only live todays
I trust all to God’s hands
God forgives and understands
So I know that all is always well
I rest in my choices and rejoice
in God’s peace and grace
Copyright © 2020-09-02, by Liz Bennefeld. (Rev. 2020-09-03).
On a brighter note, the “funny haiku” that I wrote in response to the photograph of a pair of bullfrogs sitting side by side, quite satisfied expressions on their faces:
Bull and his friend, Frog,
shared a swarm of tasty flies
your turn, now, to eat
(Copyright © 2020-09-02, by Liz 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.
pandemic(s) or not
at home with isolation
I welcome the day
filling time with pleasant thoughts
and diverse occupations
Copyright © 2020-07-29, 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.
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.
build a road or make some paths
conflict of interests
[zappai.] Copyright © 2020-05-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Word prompt substitution: wandering
though slight of power
blades of grass emerge…nearby
freezing nights and gentle rain
the nurture of day’s sunlight
Copyright © 2020-05-04, by Lizl Bennefeld.
tight-bound by magic
since before this world was born
Sol’s majesty reigns
Copyright © 2020-05-04, 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.
the trick to living
well is to stick with simple
joys…weather the ills
focus on becoming you
revel in what you can give
Copyright © 2020-04-29, by Lizl Bennefeld.
mosquitoes swarm through
thick pussy-willow branches…
bats dine out in style
rising mists enhance the mood
faint shadows dance to moonlight
[tanka.] Copyright © 2020-04-20, by Lizl Bennefeld.
steak for lunch
caked with seasonings
[senryu.] Copyright © 2020-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld.
simply walked away
from the troubles I had known
left them far behind
now I dream ‘neath summer clouds
counting pebbles on the shore
Copyright © 2020•04•06, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Substitutions: grit=pebbles; quit=walk away
faint rays of the sun
muffled by the fog and gloom
struggle to break through
brightness follows swaddled dawn
hearts rejoice in morning’s light
Copyright © 2020•03•30, by Lizl Bennefeld.
playing on the wind
aroma of bay laurel
Copyright © 2020•03•25, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I will not be remembered
no one will know my face
or hear echoes of my voice
my words will not live on
and so, with every gesture
written words of mine, read,
full of fun or joy or love
my legacy will be reflected
in the here and now
gently leading, pushing
guiding those who will
in turn go on to shape
tomorrows that I will not see
nor they, who will themselves
become the ripples in the stream
“Nighttime Reassurance”. Copyright © 2018-08-29, by Lizl Bennefeld.
spring is early come
water falls through cracks and rills
running in pure joy
smell sweet pollen in the air
taste clover’s cheery flowers
Copyright © 2020-02-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.