Day 18 – Tempted to Silence | #NaPoWriMo2018


Brewer: For today’s prompt, write a temptation poem. Nearly everyone is tempted by something: fame, glory, money, chocolate. Today is the perfect day to give in to the temptation to write about your (or “a friend’s”) temptation. Also, I totally understand the temptation to write about The Temptations today.

Tempted to Silence

as the years move on
as I move with them
or we go separate ways

I have less to say
there is less to hear
around me that inspires…

I don’t know what I miss—
words of kindness, uplifting
without self-serving thoughts

a different world, perhaps,
outside the door…with hope
for more than me and mine and yours

If I were alone, again
if there were no one to care
if I were there or here

I would take a lease
on a cabin in the woods
for enough years to die

listening to rain and bird calls
wind and ice and hearth fire
pencil scratching paper

the opening of a door

Copyright © 2018-04-18, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day 16: fish | #NaPoWriMo2018

I love to dance
balancing vertically
strong horizontal sweeps
of the tail fin below…
gill covers and filaments
vibrating, my head up
looking at the bright waves
of sunlight as the lights
flow on above me

the water moves
and I am still

Copyright © 2018-04-16, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

Posted in Life through my Windows, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Day 15 – If I were a garden | #NaPoWriMo2018

late-spring garden

Prompt-
Cayahoga library: Katerina Stoykova-Klemer has written, “Often I Wish I Were// a potato.// Eyes opened/ in all directions.” Begin a poem with “Often I wish I were” and complete the  stanza with…” and  see where that takes your poem.

“Wishes”

I sometimes wish I were a garden
filled with roots, berries and such
I would renew both dirt and harvest
sending seeds throughout the Earth

I always wished I had big shoulders
broad and strong to share life’s cares
I’d wrap my arms around the crying
help transform their tears to joy

I often wish I were a spirit
floating high above the world…
I’d watch closely for the hurting
act to foster hope’s rebirth

Copyright 2018-04-15, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

Posted in everydayinspiration, Life through my Windows, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day 13 Prompt: “M” = Muskeg | NaPoWriMo2018

Cuyahoga Library Prompt: ‘Open a dictionary to the letter “m.” Scan until you find the first word you don’t know the meaning of that intrigues you, and then write a poem about that word.’

muskeg meadows
camouflage soft ground that has
no base to stand on

Copyright © 2018-04-13, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

From Wikipedia: “Muskeg consists of dead plants in various states of decomposition (as peat), ranging from fairly intact sphagnum moss, to sedge peat, to highly decomposed humus.” [Article].

Ah, well! Perhaps the other prompts for this day will turn out better.

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Day 12 Prompt: Natural Landscape | NaPoWriMo2018

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

A Late Spring

Rabbits have eaten the bark from low Cotoneaster branches, leaving them bare to lingering cold, icy winds, and snow storms. Again this year, the bushes are at risk to dry and die when the heat does come, searing tender leaves. There will be no warm rains to waken grass seed strewn in hope, six months ago. Birds eat the grains, finding no new growth.

dormant flax seeds hide
beneath last autumn’s bent stalks
waiting for summer

Copyright © 2018-04-13, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in everydayinspiration, Life through my Windows, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Day 11 prompt: stone(s) | #NaPoWriMo2018

Wild Violet

Wild Violet

NaHaiWriMo Prompt for day 11: stone(s)

pebbles underfoot
dry path through the heavy dew
bold whispers of spring

violets perfume the breeze
moonlight bathes the late-night waves

Copyright © 2018-04-13, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in everydayinspiration, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Day 9: Who We Were | #NaPoWriMo2018

I decided to go back to April 9, to the Pilgrimage prompt, and wander a bit through the family tree. My mother was a genealogist, among other things, and we kids got to do research, each in our turn.

Who We Were
[still a rough draft]

Our people came from Iowa
by way of the Norman invasion,
Mayflower I and II, the Winthrop Fleet
by way of rivers on diverse craft
neighbors with neighbors
towns moving together

They arrived in the Firelands
then settled in Iowa and
opened South Dakota—farms
were lost behind the dam, so
back to small-town Iowa

Penneys went into retail, catalog sales
A connection of “our” Bennetts sent
Stanley to find Livingston
the Deans made sausage, and the
Gallops (Kolopp, from Alsace) took polls

The grocery store owner in
South Dakota patented a plow
the Carters served in India
as Methodist missionaries
Evangeline Ink wrote an exposé
novel about TB camp swindles

My generation and the next have been
lawyers, executives, freelancers, clerks
writing and publishing books,
poetry. textbooks, and many stories
nurses caring for the injured and elderly,
builders, handcrafters, quilters,
artists, musicians

Myself, I grow wild flax
in the backyard garden, take naps
with the puppy dogs, make up recipes
and do the laundry, play piano, and
hold my husband close to my heart

I read only as many books in a week
as I write poems, a photo for most
no children, but a library
gathered over a lifetime
determined to leave no book unread…
always buying more

There’s always time to write a poem…
time to read a book

Copyright © 2018-04-10, by Elizabeth W. “Lizl” Bennefeld.

Continue reading

Posted in Life through my Windows, Lifestyle, NaHaiWriMo, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Day 10: Simultaneity | #NaPoWriMo2018

migrating birds returning in the spring

NaPoWriMo Prompt: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of simultaneity, in which multiple things are happening at once.”

geese cry overhead
the dogs sit up and listen
leaves remain silent

I would fly like those wild birds
fly to be with you again

Copyright © 2018-04-10, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Journaling: paper vs. digital

books, journals, and writing implements

The Written Word: here or there?

I find it interesting, how different the topics are for my online journal from the paper journal that I have returned to since the first of 2018. Things that I would only post, if at all, on my Patchwork Prose site, which still suffers little to no traffic in any given month. (I have not brought myself to write there much.)

I suspect that I am more secretive than I’d thought. Or, more accurately, how much a “private person” I’ve turned out to be, simply because I do not talk much about externals. Because I don’t live in the externals.

Often, a “thing” or “experience” seems not objectively real until I write it down somewhere. Or relive it to myself in words so that it will stick. I have found it interesting that I can go back through memory and reimage, should other events overtake me, and so file a happening in words in my mind or on paper afterwards. Not always, but sometimes. Enough.

When I look back through the written journals before I shred them (I have journaled since my high school years), I find that a lot of what I have puzzled over/pondered, surprises me. Looks unfamiliar. The same is true of my online journals. Excepting, perhaps, the poems that I write.

Elizabeth

 

 

 

 

Posted in Lifestyle, Miscellanea, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day 8: Late Snowfall | #NaPoWriMo2018

tulip shoots, nibbled by rabbits between late snowstorms

Nibbled

tulips pushing through
loam to newly fallen snow
wait in line for spring

our rabbits, lacking new grass,
nibble tender tulip shoots

Copyright © 2018-04-08, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

We have a lot of rabbits in our yard and the surrounding neighborhood, which we appreciate, since they provide a lot of exercise for our dogs. First thing in the morning, they are eager to go outside and check for rabbits who’ve stayed out eating past the softer light of sunrise. They have such fun! Especially when the rabbits run off in different directions…or taunt the dogs by making an extra detour around the garden shed before slipping out through the fence.

 

Posted in Finding Everyday Inspiration, Life through my Windows, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Day 7: Sound | #NaPoWriMo2018

The prompt for today called for a poem involving one (or more) of the senses. I find that I still miss hearing those voices in the night, singing me to sleep.

bedclothes, folded down

“Night Sounds”

in the apartment where I lived
before I married, a quarter century past,
late at night through air ducts
the building sang to me
deep, rumbling chants
basso profondo choir

I recall the voices—
vibrations in my bones—
rocking me to sleep
wrapped in
silent
sound

Copyright © 2018-04-07, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day 5 Prompt – Intelligence | #NaPoWriMo2018

Brewer: For today’s prompt, write an intelligence poem. Of course, intelligence is subjective. What is common sense for one person makes no sense to another. But intelligence is more than IQ and test scores. There’s artificial intelligence, intelligent animals, and military intel. And I’ve found that many poets have a special intelligence of their own.

the books by the chair

“Specialized Intelligence”

I’m good with words
Ideas flow from my mouth
guiding the bewildered
the puzzled, the lost

Just don’t ask me to repeat
what I said last—I can’t
My mind has moved
into a new channel

The sound of spoken words
often bypasses memory
The words that I gave you
rest only with you, now

Copyright © 2018-04-05, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day 6: uneven lines | NaPoWriMo2018

frost patterns on the window

Broken Lines

Prompt from NaPoWriMo: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two….”

uneven lines

when the patterns that you see
do not mirror the observations of others
patterns can be dangerous
the loaded gun can go off
when patterns go askew
things can happen
even when they don’t
flow with the
current
script
a lot like my life

Copyright © 2018-04-06, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in Life through my Windows, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Day 4: Dragonfly, Perspectives | #napowrimo2018

Dragonfly

Prompt for Day 4 from the NaHaiWriMo page on Facebook.

Sleepy dragonfly…
reconsider this day’s world
shifting perspectives

warmth and rest can set thoughts free
transforming dreams into flight

Copyright © 2018-04-04, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in NaHaiWriMo, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Day 3: Empty | life of words

books, journals, and writing implements

the written word

life of words

filtered through words
life lived at second hand
a slower pace—indepth
reexamined
contemplated and
reworked

without the words
written out or spoken—
if only heard, repeat them
before they disappear
into the aether—
wordless melodies and rhythms
sensory nonsense songs

not meaningful
without the verbs
subjects and adjectives
caught in imaged
letters upon the mind
retrievable…
sounds are only
empty noise

Copyright © 2018-04-03, by Elizabeth (Lizl) Bennefeld.

Again, a rough draft, I expect.

Lizl

 

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day 2: Portrait | NaPoWriMo2018

Prompt: Portrait

the face in the mirror…mine
as I looked 30 years ago
gaunt…drawn…withdrawn
hair cut short—cut off

after all those years
do I appear the same to
anyone but me? will they
know me at a glance?

I will not know them
I did not know them then
then, I did not care
now, there is no one else

Copyright © 2018/04/02, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld (Lizl).

This one’s probably a rough draft.

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Dreams in Porcelain

 within the bowl
blue trees surround a small house
patterns from childhood
born of her best memories—
paths forward…wishes…hopes

Copyright © 2018-04-01, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld (Lizl).

I read both the NaPoWriMo and the NaHaiWriMo prompts for this day, coming away with “bowl” (haiku prompt) and NaPoWriMo’s suggestion to write a love poem to an object. They blended in my mind to produce “Dreams in Porcelain”, combining Mother’s memories of her childhood and her love of collecting such decorative pieces during her cross-country travels. As they reminded her, I expect, of her childhood, the memory of them calls up memories from my own childhood…and the dreams that she had and fostered for us.

 

Posted in NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo2018, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Distant Silence | WP Weekly Photo Challenge

jet plane vapor trail across the eastern sky at morning, tree branches in the foreground

Morning Vapor Trail

 

like a vapor trail
barely visible against
the sky…too far
away to hear a sound
as life begins and ends

Copyright © 2018-01-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.

WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Silence.

Posted in everydayinspiration, Finding Everyday Inspiration, Life through my Windows, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Late night thoughts

Reading about the excess profit taking on generic drugs by companies centered on fast money rather than service to society, I find myself becoming convinced that for me to purchase and use such products would not be something I could bring myself to do. And then I wonder how much that conviction rests on my confidence of life after death.

In dealing with health issues currently, I avoid certain medications and diagnostic procedures. Some side effects that I know run in the family make me choose no treatment, rather than the certain damage to health and quality of life that would result from preventive medication.

A case in point would be the suggestion by doctor and nurse educator that I should use insulin to bring my blood sugar level down quickly.  Knowing myself to be less than attentive or oriented to time and place, I refused that option, deeming the possibility of my killing myself by double- or triple-dosing myself through inattention to what I do to be more likely than effective self-treatment. After twelve months, I am now tapering off the medication that I did accept a prescription for.

That raises another question in my mind regarding motivation. Am I simply adverse to interfering with life’s progression? Do I think that nothing bad will happen to me by avoiding preventive treatments? What sort of internal guidelines/proscriptions am I following.

I feel strongly about the choices that I have been and continue to make. I do not know what my internal driver is. At all. Except that it seems to have something to do with the purpose of and framework for living in this world.

 

 

Posted in Life through my Windows, Lifestyle, Miscellanea, Writing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Late at Night

book lying open on the sofa with dog toys

One Chapter Not Yet Read

the ticking clock
restless sounds of puppy dreams…
one unread chapter

curtains closed against the dark
stars above adorn the night

Copyright © 2017-12-18, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

 

Posted in Life through my Windows, Lifestyle, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment