In the dark | #Ronovan Writes #Haiku #Challenge 369

Photo by Joonas Kääriäinen from Pexels. Moon and clouds

Obscuring the Moon

a screech-owl’s call
distant echoes in the dark…
a scratch at the door
rising winds rustle the leaves
as clouds erase the moon

Copyright © 2021•08•03, by Lizl Bennefeld.

 

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 369 SCRATCH and Screech.

 

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.

 

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 peace

whispering of butterflies
morning songs of cheerful birds

Copyright © 2021-01-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Image by Ronny Overhate from PixabayPixabay

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,
inspired…thoughtful…
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

Reaching for the Sky (a retrospective)

Outstretched Arms (© 2008-11-03)

“Reaching Together for the Sky”

I believe there comes a time—
wakening from doze or sleep—
when mind and body listen
to each other, and
between

one breath
and
the next

the mind hesitates,
then says, No more
and the body says,
No more…
and neither
takes that one last breath

“Reaching Together for the Sky”. Copyright © 2017-10-14, by Elizabeth W. (Lizl) Bennefeld.

All in Love | #RonovanWrites #Haiku

#RonovanWrites #Haiku #Weekly #Challenge no 220: He and She.

Remembering our Parents

he and she loved each
other and the whole wide world
and taught us the same

that flowers and people grow, all
in colors of God’s love

Copyright © 2018-09-26, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Remembering my mother and father, who also inspired this poem, written for them in 1987:

“Born of Love”

written for my parents

You taught me how to stand apart,
to understand and be myself.
You gave me the courage to walk alone
when none would join me.
You showed me how to look through words
into the worlds that others live in.

You taught me how to listen
with my heart and dare to make
no judgments
but those born of love.

Copyright © Christmas 1987, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

After their deaths, 103 days apart at ages 94 and 100, the poem, which  had been framed, came back to me with other keepsakes from their home.

Nighttime reassurances

Solitary

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,
inspired…thoughtful…
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

Copyright © 2018-08-29, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Reminding myself not to become self-absorbed, overreaching, or lose touch with realities. Both feet on the ground. Track the priorities.

 

Day 26, Life-long learning | #NaPoWriMo2018

flower seed packets scattered on a desk
Next month’s flowers

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.

Tidying up #NaPoWriMo2018 month

In the midst of all, I have misplaced text files for poems I wrote and meant to put here and/or email to my writing partners for this National Poetry Month challenge. I hope to have all gathered together (more poems written as necessary) before Midnight (local).

I’ve a number of them, I think, at QuiltedPoetry.net. I’ll get those copied here, also. I like having these month-long challenges and class work gathered together in a specific spot. And then exporting the file WordPress files to save for a backup.

I hope that you’ve found something amongst these (rough drafts) poems that have intrigued you or been otherwise a good read.

 

Rewriting the World – April 21

nahaiwrimo prompt for Day 21: PRINT

bookshelves beside my rocking chair
Rewriting the World

Bring Your Own Plot

Print has gotten smaller
in books as years go by
and letters crowd the line
with two or more ascenders
where only one should be, and
below the quivering baseline
the descenders stub their toes

I do not know what choice to make
to maximize these story times—
read very fast for fleeting joy…
or memorize my favorite lines
to savor when the light fades
and shadows darken all

We will call up treasured stories,
the characters and I, and we
will plot out better endings
in which none of us will die

Copyright © 2018-05-02, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

Story Poem, another Day 27 prompt | #NaPoWriMo2018

Brewer: For today’s prompt, write a story poem. Think of a story, could be a long, complicated, winding story, but for a poem, it may make more sense to make it a short, direct story.

Sort of a plot summary of a book that I wrote, many years ago, and then put aside. I have no suitable photos to go with it. Comes to mind, again, every once in a while, morphing over…nearly 4 decades.

“Blood to Blood”

Not who he thought, his father,
not he who was seated as chairman
in his grandfather’s boardroom.

His true father, not by name, but blood,
one who labored in his mother’s gardens,
holding his hand as he took his first steps,

sharing carrots with him from those gardens.
Eating green peas nested in their pods,
they watched koi fish swim among the lilies.

As he grew, listening to rain and
painting the colors of the wind,
he came into his heritage and ran.

Not a heritage of wealth,
but fear, fleeing to the one
who taught him how to run.

Copyright © 2018-04-28, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

Day 22: As Far as the East Is | NaPoWriMo2018

For April 22, I selected this prompt from naprowrimo:

And now for our daily prompt (optional as always). I’ve found this one rather useful in trying to ‘surprise’ myself into writing something I wouldn’t have come up with otherwise. Today, I’d like you to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens: …” But the phrase that immediately came to mind was “As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us” Psalm 103:12.

As Far As The East Is

the sun rolls along
west is ahead—east, behind
just a glance away

In bright sunlight, all shadows
are behind me as I face the sun.

Copyright © 2018-04-25, by Elizabeth Bennefeld. [Playing catch-up.]