On a blue note | #Ronovan Writes #Haiku #Challenge 367

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.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 367 NOTE and Send.

The image at the top of the page is by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Webs of Dreams | #Ronovan Writes #Haiku #Challenge 366

lake, trees, clouds and stars
Image by RENE RAUSCHENBERGER from Pixabay

intertwined branches
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.


Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 366 WEAVE and Web


Nature Walks | #Ronovan Writes #Haiku Challenge 360

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.


The Tides of Love | #RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku # Poetry #Challenge 332

Forever Love

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 332 Ebb & Flow

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.

Image by Uliana Pinto from Pixabay

Poetry Heals workshops and writing prompts: Thoughts

feather from a Flickertail

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.)

A Late Spring | #RonovanWrites #Haiku Might/Slight

wild violet in new grass
Wild Violet Under Grass

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 304: Might&Slight


though slight of power
blades of grass emerge…nearby
violets unfold

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.

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Forgiveness | #NaPoWriMo Day 30 and possibly Day 29

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.

Image by Lee_seonghak from Pixabay

Nobody knows | #RonovanWrites #Weekly #Poetry #Challenge Grit/Quit

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #300 Grit&Quit

photo taken in the early 2000s at an informal Unisys employee gathering
Pebbled Beach

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.

Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge

Substitutions: grit=pebbles; quit=walk away

From the archives | the process

The Process

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.


Early Spring | #RonovanWrites #Haiku #Weekly Challenge 294 Chaste/Taste

red clover flowers in my back yard
Red Clover

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #294 Chaste&Taste

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.

Synonym: chaste=pure

Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge

“Upon Waking” (Poem)

Mara Eastern’s Poetry Rehab 101:
Prompt: Dark


“Upon Waking from Deep Sleep to Tears”
by Liz Bennefeld

He is gone
and all is darkness

no one now alive
who hears my voice
and also listens
to my words

no one watches
for a gesture
of love or want
or need

from the sea swell
of humankind; that close voice
will not be — Forever will
not be his dear voice

the near-familiar face,
once turned around, will
never again be his

for all time forward
no arms to hold
safe or sweetly

I am unseen
unheard, silenced
until the end of time

None of them is he
who is lost
from the world


. . . dark

Copyright © 2015-05-18, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

I went to sleep, last night, thinking of the many people whom I have loved and cared about over the decades. Inevitably, many have died long since. But what if my circle had contracted, rather than expanding?

What if that last light went out? If there were no correspondents left, no telephone numbers that connected me to friends or relatives or former colleagues? What if all the lights went out, and I were not sitting in my office waiting for my husband to wake up? Or, my dog, who also seems to be sleeping in, this morning.