This Isn’t Real?
what’s real
being real isn’t hard
if
you don’t expect today’s
real to be the same
as yesterday’s or
tomorrow’s versionreality changes as
the hours and days journey
through near and distant lands
inner and outer space
and down into the earth’s
core and out again“real” is this moment—
nothing less and…
nothing
more
“What’s real” Copyright © 2017-12-05, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I wrote a rough draft for a longer poem, yesterday. I’ve been working on revisions, but it’s not ready to post anywhere.
cattails
marsh’s edge
red-winged blackbirds celebrate
new-hatched chicks
clinging to his reedy stalk,
feathers fluffed, the father sings
Golden Light
sunshine through leaves
kissed by frost…changing color
golden light
Copyright © 2017-11-26, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Prompt: Brewer: shine
Neglected Chores
stacks of clothes
worn and freshly laundered
gather dustthe outside world fades away
when words are singing in my mind
Copyright © 2017-11-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Cat at the Window
songs of birds outside
a window too often closed—
their songs mutedcats cannot fly away…but
birds cannot escape the cold
Copyright © 2017-11-23, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Prompt 172. Write a poem using the following image: a cat sitting on a windowsill looking outside. ~ Donovan, Melissa. 1200 Creative Writing Prompts (Adventures in Writing) (p. 99). Swan Hatch Press.
Icicle Teeth
brisk arctic winds
spring clouds from the south
wind sculpted iceicicle teeth hang from branches
threatening spring tulips
Copyright © 2017-11-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Photographs from an earlier, very “weathery” year
15 April 2013 Blizzard
20 April 2013 Wind-Driven Ice
brisk arctic winds
spring clouds from the south
wind sculpted icesee-through teeth hang from branches
threatening spring tulips
Copyright © 2017-11-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Tulips in a Sheltered Spot
20 April 2013
WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Transformation
dead ground
we didn’t expect
oceans dead, oxygen gone
cities down sink holeswe thought…smog and air filters
self-sufficient geo-domes
Copyright © 2017-11-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I believe that the 19th day was the one that I missed in the poem-a-day string. Having given up on the prompts for that day, I found a prompt that did appeal to me: Not what we expected (from PoetryPotion, Nov. 20). Now, I should be caught up on the writing of ’em, if not the posting.
I did write a poem for Day 18 in response to the prompt “what I meant to say”, but decided not to put it on my blog. Sometimes that happens.
Still working on a poem for Day 19.
Mother and Father
Prompt: “When I see my mother”
When I see her now
she looks so much younger—
filled with songvigorous and happy, radiant…
sorrows past, still in love
—Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2017-11-18
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