complete as me
i’m just me
not alone…but separate
a narrow focus
what goes wrong outside this room
does not change what i can do
Lizl Bennefeld, 2019-04-24
on the grass
a hay(na)ku. © 2019-04-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.
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First posted this evening on my Quilted Poetry blog.
sitting on a hill
leaning back against the tree
waiting for a sign
so long ago, the trembling
that still echoes through the Earth
Copyright © 2019-04-19, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Very loosely based on the Day 18 prompt from the Cuyahoga County Public Library. I am not sure that I’ll go back to rework this after NaPoWriMo is over for this year. I do know that I do not write poetry in four-line stanzas.
‘topics not under discussion’
sometimes I turn around to see
as though from outside human space
the larger patterns…masked by lies
then my heart catches…forgets how to beat
and I find myself hoping that it won’t
remember…how to start itself again
in the longer run the gifts I wield
will make no lasting difference
all will die quietly…fade away in sleep
what I can achieve is to be present
in this moment, acknowledging each
thing that lives and care…until we’re dead
Copyright © 2019-04-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Inspired by Brewer’s POD prompt to write a reason poem and Permafrost, by Alastair Reynolds.
when the end does come
I will not be here to watch
the step off the cliff
as funny children’s movies
Copyright © 2019-04-17, by Lizl Bennefeld.
‘An Ode to Anonymity’
I live underwater, away from all
there’s a turn in the river
I’m shadowed by its banks
the river’s in my mind
my mind safely sheltered, here…
here I’ll remain to the end of all time
Copyright © 2019-04-16, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Form: kimo and kimo, reversed
Prompt from the Cuyahoga Library for Day 16.
To a dead leaf, lost on concrete
I found myself considering the sadness of leaves and seeds that fall where they can neither decompose nor have the opportunity to germinate and grow. And so, on a (serious) whimsy, I promised the residue on the garage floor that when I was finished with taking their photographs, there, I would gather up them all and return them to the outdoors, where they may decay, or sprout, and live again.
I cry for the leaves on the garage floor
thrown out in new plastic bags
not renewing the soil
Copyright © 2019-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Hey, tone it down, there!
Pitch-and-Toss ain’t meant to be
no blame shoutin’ match.
Copyright © 2019-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld. Written for #RonovanWrites weekly haiku poetry writing challenge prompt: Pitch&Tone.
“Pitch-and-Toss” is a game of chance.