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April Odds & Ends

too many dreams and
so little time to follow
any to its end

if they don’t bathe in sunlight
daffodils will never bloom

Copyright © 2021/04/30, by Liz Bennefeld.

lying on the sand
looking up at Ocean’s mirror
the rain dropping through
brief remnants of the daylight and
their echoes—the stars and the moons

Copyright © 2021/04/30, by Liz Bennefeld.

TV noise …
I saw it before
Star Trek reruns eternally

Copyright © 2021/04/30, by Liz Bennefeld.

Poems in addition to the ones assigned to April days. Still looking through text files for poems I may have missed along the way.

Liz

 

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Wide Awake | NaPoWriMo Day 30

Copyright 2016, Elizabeth Bennefeld, photographer. All rights reserved.

sunny afternoon
no rabbits in the garden
nobody to chase

both our people are asleep
what’s to do with time that’s free?

[tanka.] Copyright © 29 April 2021, by Liz Bennefeld.

Note: My husband requested a poem to go with his favorite photo of our dogs, The Scampers. The photo was taken in the spring of 2016, when they were four months old.

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Time and not again – NaPoWriMo Day 12

At Moonrise

This (new) poem came about as I thought about a poem that I wrote for an online Halloween Poetry Reading in 2007: “At Allantide”.

the passage of time
days too short
haunted nights too long

moonrise light
shadows come and go
bending trees

waiting for footsteps
never heard
last chapter…The End

Copyright © 2021-04-12, by Liz Bennefeld.

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Before the snow – NaPoWriMo Day 11

New Leaves

After a dry, breezy week and weekend with yard work and new leaves on the bushes, Monday finds us damp and misty, with light rain and snow from late this afternoon through Tuesday night. Welcome moisture after the dry grass and carrying water in a cup to pour around the emerging wildflower plants.

 
 

new leaves garbed in green
unfold into warm sunlight
despite rising winds

tomorrow night’s soon enough
to doze under falling snow

 
[tanka.] Copyright © 2020-04-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
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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

“Your Smile, Remembered.” Copyright © 2016-08-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash

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Saturday afternoon thoughts

tulips emerging from beneath autumn's fallen leaves
Tulips in March, 2021-03-25

winter’s end
watching for springtime
new tulips

Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

sentries on alert
crows in the highest branches
sunrise gathering

[haiku]. Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

long-neglected bricks
melting ice and acid moss
useless…thrown away

people die, cities moulder
all will vanish in the dust

[tanka]. Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

unopened books
left to gather dust
or burn for heat
how does one build the future
as all knowledge dies in flames

[tanka]. Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

faces and voices
people that I’ll never touch
people whom I love

feelings never recognized
fill my mind and heart with light

Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

bitter winds rage
cold ground beneath my feet
just beyond the door
orange tulips trust the spring
to make way for fragrant flowers

[tanka]. Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

 

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Thursday morning thoughts

tulip shoots
covered with spring snow
cold blankets

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

fragile leaves
still cling to their twigs
icy rain

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

autumn grass
covered with new snow
spring thaw

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

sight of morning leaves
with unexpected snowflakes
one more cup of tea

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

spring’s promise
pending due to winds and snow
seed packets

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

haiku sans pictures
no paper, ink, or photos
no haiga today

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

years after her death
i do not write of mother
lest she proof my lines

Copyright © 2021-03-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

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Weekend Coffee Share, 2021-03-05

daily walk
smell of rain
flowers nod their heads
robins call cheer-up
hidden paths
two rainbows

Copyright © 2021-02-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.

The end of a long week. Last weekend and Monday, the first of March, I enjoyed my busy schedule. As I mentioned early last weekend, February is National Haiku Writing Month (nahaiwrimo), and I attended both the Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon haiku poetry readings via Zoom. Between the two sessions, I read seven haiku that I wrote during February 2021. I saw again several poets I know from the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA, lifetime member). I think that I would like to meet online with them and others more often than I have in the past. While I do not feel equal to extensive involvement in organizations, anymore, the social interaction is something I believe I’m still up to.

On Monday evening, I enjoyed a celebration of Saint David’s Day held by Jo Walton and friends online that featured two sessions of musical performances and poetry readings by various participants. St. David is the Patron Saint of Wales. (My Owen ancestors left Wales to settle in upper New York, I think, in the mid-1600s.)

Since then, I have been relaxing. Catching up on sleep and solitude. Reading a lot and napping with the Scampers. The dogs enjoy curling up on the footrest of my recliner, but if I turn over too often, they get down from the chair and move under the footrest, and so I have to be careful, getting up.

The weather, here, has taken a turn toward the warm. The snow is rapidly melting, and the air quality has disimproved, again. Supposedly, it will clear up over the weekend. I should have grabbed one of my cotton face masks on my way back to my chair, Right now, Thaddeus has settled on my legs, again, and so I may just take another nap.

I look forward to the coming weekend for more than improved air quality. Tomorrow afternoon, there is a social hour on Zoom, again, with Liz Danforth and patrons from across the globe. And I look forward to meeting for worship, which I did not attend, last weekend, in favor of the NaHaiWriMo poetry readings. I do hope there such gatherings at the end of next February, also. Enjoyed it.

This past week, I have reread books by Steven Gould that I have not looked at for a long time. That is, I had no electronic editions: Exo and Impulse. Also, I am rereading the last two books in L.E. Modesitt Jr.’s Imager Portfolio series. Al bought a set of headphones for me for my computer, and so I went online to listen again to more recent works of Tokio Myers on his YouTube channel. Lovely stuff, but I find I must turn off the pulsing lights added to some of the pieces. Aside from classics, my husband’s musical tastes and mine don’t match up. With the headset, I can turn up the volume.

I have made more space on this website and hope to do more of my blogging here, again, rather than on the WordPress blog.

I’m happy that you’ve stopped in. I look forward to looking in on many of the other Weekend Coffee Share posts, this weekend.

Best wishes,
Lizl

P.S. Natalie at Natalie the Explorer is our current host for weekend coffee share. Her post for this week may be found here,  https://natalietheexplorer.home.blog/2021/03/05/doors-in-morocco/, along with the InLinkz link party link for this weekend.

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End of the Year

It’s been a while since I’ve deliberately set aside “vacation” time over the end-of-year holiday season. With the quiet of the pandemic and the increasing activity online, I think I need to cut back my hours interacting with people. While I was working freelance, especially during the busiest of those thirty years, I set aside the Christmas and New Year’s Day weeks as a quiet space in the midst of all the activity. We cut down holiday visits from two households to one, when my parents no longer wished to entertain, and since, the expanding families in my husband’s line have resulted in his siblings refocusing, also.

Until the pandemic came along and the virtual face-to-face interactions popped up via Meet and Zoom, Discord, and other venues, I felt…safe from disruptions. Now, I need to mark off blocks of solitude, again. Gathering/settling time for us—our family unit of adults and dogs. And space for quiet reengagement with and within my self.

open book
comfort of silence
blank pages

no voices
clamor for our time
but our own

Image by Mariya at Pixabay

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why would you weep?

In Memory

side by side
their urns and ashes
not long parted
they are not in the ground
they’ve moved on to forever

the gravestones
memories of happy times
and also grief
the joy of resurrection
their never–ending love

Copyright © 2020-12-11, by Liz Bennefeld.

Photo © by Liz Bennefeld,

Celebrating the anniversary of Father’s birthday on Saturday. He would have turned 104. He thought that 100 years was overly long. I wonder, you two, if you still do something special together on the Special Days. Dinner and dancing with friends? Just curious…

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Waiting for the train — Poem a Day — 29 November 2020 Rev.

Image (altered) by Jeffrey Robb from Pixabay

The poem that I wrote, this morning between 2:30 and close to 4:00 o’clock, is still in its first draft.

The dogs woke me up just after two o’clock,
Climbing out of bed to sleep on the floor
I can hear the wind gusts rattle windows
And on the other side of town
The Empire Builder’s whistle blow

I remember when I lived down near the tracks,
Fifty years or more ago, sitting on a bench
With  Charles D–, waiting for his train…

A bit of the flavor, anyhow. Remembering the late 1960s and solitary men waiting for the night train in the upper Midwest, headed for Seattle. Lot of work yet to do on it. The first draft goes on for two or maybe three or four more stanzas. Putting it aside to revise/rewrite during the winter. Maybe get a night photo of the actual train depot, if it’s still there. I haven’t gotten to that area on foot for a couple decades.

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Morning’s Glory — Poem a Day — November 2020, Day 9

at morning the crows
flock together in the trees
they sing to the sun
in praise of golden light and
the glory of creation

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

When I first woke up, this morning, to let the dogs into the back yard, I heard the gathering of crows in tall trees around the neighborhood. I love their song at the beginning of the day, and again at evening.

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

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A Pause in the Journey — Poem a Day — November, Day 8

tree leaf at autumn, blown upright by the winds, anticipating a final landing
A Pause in the Journey

on edge for a moment between wind gusts
the leaf’s anticipation
the joy of final rest

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

Prompt: Write a kimo, an Israeli poetic form that tends to capture a moment (like a photograph in words), using three unrhymed lines with syllable count 10, 7, 6.

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Waiting for the train — Poem a Day — 29 November 2020

Image (altered) by Jeffrey Robb from Pixabay

The poem that I wrote, this morning between 2:30 and close to 4:00 o’clock, is still in its first draft. UNDER REVISION.

Putting this one aside to revise/rewrite during the winter. Maybe get a night photo of the actual train depot, if it’s still there. I haven’t gotten to that area on foot for a couple decades.