Wednesday Thoughts – NaPoWriMo Day 7

“Serenity”

Stillness
Echoes loudly
Rousing the night
Eagerness and
Nostalgia come
In memories …
The passing of the
Years

flowers among
green grass and new snow
a fresh start

“Easter Basket”

alien eggs
waiting for their hatching…
decades to go

pollen and butterfly eggs
new generations
promises of
forever

open faces
looking toward the sun,
the flowers and me

green grass and tulip flowers
spiderwebs in morning’s dew
migrating birds
lovely day

So many years ago…

what were those hours and minutes
when measured against decades
of a long life well and fully lived?

a smile, briefly known and always loved,
the joy of songs and sighs and laughter
faded now in the vacuum left behind,
short-lived breeze that warmed,
then cooled again

the absence of your touch…
your lips remembered always
as soft whispers on my neck

Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash

Tired

wake to morning’s light
sadness visits every life
get up…move along

sorrow outlasts victory
life’s poems always end
Copyright © 2021-01-28, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Image by Jim Semonik from Pixabay

At Morning – Poem a Day – 24 November 2020

at times a poem
that comes to me at morning—
too real to write—
takes away my trembling breath
as it breaks my aching heart

Image by Leonhard Niederwimmer from Pixabay

The Gathering – Poem a Day – 3 November 2020

gathered in the tree
discussing what’s below them
wanting for some peace
mock war’s worn its welcome out
let’s watch a different battle
Copyright © Elizabeth W. Bennefeld, 2020-11-05.

Day 29 – On the occasion | Poem a Day (NaNoWriMo)

dragonfly on a Sweet William flower — dragonfly

BIRTHDAYS

measuring time—
twenty-five or thirty-some years
yet to go … or less
looking at past records
of family births and deaths

my dad felt a hundred years
was too long to stick around for
my mother thought that ninety-four
was quite a bit too short
neither was pleased

don’t know what I’ll think
when my world and I transform
when time becomes eternity
maybe I’ll notice, or perhaps I’ll
forget what came before

Memorial Day Memories

photos of my parents in the 1940s — In Memory

I found myself
wondering why my parents
haven’t phoned, today

I’m caught up short, remembering
they’re on Heaven’s direct line

Memorial Day was “our” family holiday. It’s now my remembering. After my parents were discharged, they returned to Father’s home town to realize their life’s long-held dream of raising lots of children, together. (Eventually, there were nine of us, seven living into adulthood.) My father was groundskeeper (one of many jobs) and then the sexton, of the village cemetery, and we children, while growing up, worked with him to get the grounds ready for the Memorial Day observances. Mother was in the Navy, and Father was in the Army, separated overseas, but both serving in the Pacific Theater. (In uniform).

Retasting realities

bookshelves beside my rocking chair — Rewriting the World

So many years, to notice I’ve returned to the place from which I started. A journey not yet ended, but which will end in an hour … or months … or decades from this day. A journey not taken?

streams of thought

and kindnesses not looked for

barely noticed

I saved gratitude for the end

but, thinking now, it should not be left too late

to speak through silent words

written on a screen…a sheet of paper

or the sky’s clouds

gentle rain

tracks

in dust

before the earth is wrung dry

and cries for tears

to dampen it, again

perhaps there is a time…a moment

to stop the flow of thought and reason

to feel what is and mourn

what might have been—

to acknowledge the gaps

measures underweight

until the world’s too light

not to blow away

Day 14 : Rain Showers | #NaPoWriMo

unlooked-for rainbows

after clouds whose showers bathed

path and air…and me

A “view” poem, Brewer, day 13, Poetic Asides: Writers Digest.

Day 12: Summer Memories | NaPoWriMo2019

Also published on my WordPress blog, The Moments Between.

collage of wildflower photos — Summer Memories

pictures tucked away at end of summer…
promises of winter’s end

April’s Blow | #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019

emerging garden fence — The Emerging Fence, 2019-04-03

March comes in as a lion and … April buries the road by which it leaves

January’s cold
is sharp but somehow peaceful
unlike April’s storms

like cyclones over water
Spring adds fury to its snow

Please also visit my Quilted Poetry blog on WordPress.

Tucked in | #NaPoWriMo2019, Na/GloWriMo2019

after sunset
ice reforms on quiet waters
tucking in the warm

No Rereads, Nothing More

no history
fires made of letters that I’ll never read again

no correspondence between life and death
lights turned off

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.”

Suave Photo Subject *(Photo © by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld. All rights reserved).*

“Grasshopper”

one warm summer day
a debonair grasshopper
dines on a flower

spotting a street photographer
he grins between bites and bows

Originally published on The Moments Between blog.

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