Being real

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 version

reality 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.

 

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Back in the Day (30 November 2017)

Brewer: For today’s prompt, write a “back in the day” poem. You might also
call this a “good old days” poem or a “bad old days” poem. To me, back in
the day is synonymous with history–but a kind of personal history (even if
shared among a community).

gold field…harvest time
footprints and downed stalks trail us
our shortcut home

— Elizabeth Bennefeld, Copyright © 2017-11-30.

In childhood, we wandered throughout the neighboring pastures and fields, afternoons and early evenings and weekend days. We swam in the creeks and marshes, rivers and shallow pond, often coming home soaked to the skin and coated with mud. When we arrived home in answer to Mother’s call, she often made us strip at the back door and sprayed us down with the garden hose until we were clean enough to come into the house, put on clean clothes, and help set the table for supper.

 

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Response Poem (29 November 2017)

Brewer: For today’s prompt, write a response poem. The poem can be a response to anything–a piece of news, some art, a famous (or not so famous) quotation, or whatever. However, I thought it might be a cool opportunity to respond to a poem that you’ve written this month. If both poems work, it could make an interesting dynamic to have two (or more) poems that interact with each other.

leaves on edge
dance to autumn’s wind
jeté…temps levé

Elizabeth Bennefeld, haiku: Autumn Dance, Copyright © 2017-10-18

yesterday, leaves fell
today they spiral upwards
reaching for the sky

as nature strives for balance
who falls down, must rise again

Elizabeth Bennefeld, tanka, Copyright © 2017-11-29

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Rough Draft – (28 November 2017)

I wrote a rough draft for a longer poem, yesterday.  I’ve been working on revisions, but it’s not ready to post anywhere.

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The Marsh’s Edge (27 November 2017)

tall cattails in marshy ground

cattails

marsh’s edge
red-winged blackbirds celebrate
new-hatched chicks
 
clinging to his reedy stalk,
feathers fluffed, the father sings

Copyright © by Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2017-11-27
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Shine (26 November 2017)

autumn leaf, cotoneaster shrub, sunlight shining through

Golden Light

sunshine through leaves
kissed by frost…changing color
golden light

Copyright © 2017-11-26, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Prompt: Brewer: shine

 

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Raindrops (25 November 2017)

PoetryPotion: Rain, rain, rain!
raindrops on the roof
raindrops on the window pane
raindrops all about
rain came down, this week, in sheets
that can’t be used for sails
     —Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2017-11-25
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Remember Me (24 November 2017)

My husband and I have been talking about this writing prompt, how we feel about being remembered after we die. As a writer, I thought at first that I would want my poetry to be remembered (and I would be pleased if people printed out a poem or two that spoke to them, since one does not remember poems, and contrary to popular belief, stuff on the Internet does not hang around forever). And I write too much, too often, to produce comprehensive books of my work.

Ephemeral experiences, however, are worthy of being cherished. So often, I find, people remember me because of my smile…and mention it to me, when they see me again after our first meeting. Smiles. Laughter. Recognition of a momentary rapport with a stranger. A moment of not-aloneness. When I experience that, I feel somehow more real.


Prompt for the 24th: Brewer: For today’s prompt, write a “how I’ll be remembered” poem. It’s an interesting question: How will I be remembered? My amazing looks? My incredible personality? My charitable nature? My goofy jokes? The cranky guy who’s always telling people to stay off his lawn? Dive into this introspection today.

 

Remember Me

If you remember me at all,
recall my joy—my laughter.

Remember me. The one who
looked into your eyes
and recognized a friend.

No matter that we’d never meet again.

Remember me, taking notice of you,
drawing your attention. I laughed…

And you laughed, too.

Copyright © 2017-11-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.

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Neglected Chores (24 November 2017)

stack of clothing on a chair

Neglected Chores

stacks of clothes
worn and freshly laundered
gather dust

the outside world fades away
when words are singing in my mind

Copyright © 2017-11-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.

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Outside the Window (23 November 2017)

black cat in a dark room, sitting under a lamp and looking out the window through lace curtains

Cat at the Window

songs of birds outside
a window too often closed—
their songs muted

cats 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.

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Spring Blizzard (22 November 2017)

icicles shaped by strong, cold winds

Icicle Teeth

brisk arctic winds
spring clouds from the south
wind sculpted ice

icicle teeth hang from branches
threatening spring tulips

Copyright © 2017-11-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.

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Outside War, Inside (21 November 2017)

bifurcated
forcibly polarized world
no in-between

dark skin or white…no gender
pushed to declare a side

Copyright © 2017-11-21, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Prompt from PoetryPotion: “The war inside”

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Season Transformation April 2013

Photographs from an earlier, very “weathery” year

tall snowdrifts in front of the garden shed door on 15 April 2013

15 April 2013 Blizzard

aftermath of freezing rain, gale-force winds, and subsequent snow as the temperature plummeted

20 April 2013 Wind-Driven Ice

brisk arctic winds
spring clouds from the south
wind sculpted ice

see-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

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ecology (19 November 2017)

dead ground

we didn’t expect
oceans dead, oxygen gone
cities down sink holes

we 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.

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Ragged Sunlight (20 November 2017)

 

sharp north winds
broken cloud cover
ragged sunlight

winter…refuge from the heat
cold seeps into these old bones

Copyright © 2017-11-20, by Elizabeth (Lizl) Bennefeld.

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What I Meant to Say (18 November 2017)

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.

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Night Sounds (17 November 2017)

For Day 17, the prompt I chose is “ember”

tea leaves and night sounds
a steel pot on warm embers
battered cups

distractions discarded
we talk about what matters

— Elizabeth W. “Lizl” Bennefeld, copyright © 2017-11-19.

Prompt: “ember” from Day 16th’s list on NaHaiWriMo, since on the 16th I wrote a poem from among the prompts for November 14.

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Seeing Mother (16 November 2017)

my parents, photo taken in 2008 or 2009

Mother and Father

Prompt: “When I see my mother”

When I see her now
she looks so much younger—
filled with song

vigorous and happy, radiant…
sorrows past, still in love

—Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2017-11-18

Note:

My mother died on 15 November 2016 (age 94, and my father, a little more than 3 months later, age 100), and I have been trying to write a poem for the Day 14 prompt from PoetryPotion: “When I see my mother”.  It took me a while, but it was a writing prompt I wanted to respond to. (Also posting this on my Quilted Poetry blog.)
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Memories (15 November 2017)

banked camp fire
glowing embers toast
the last s’mores

laughter and hot cocoa
childhood memories of love

Copyright © by Elizabeth “Lizl” Bennefeld, 2017-11-15

 

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Harvesting Fog (14 November 2017)

Nahaiwrimo: droplet

harvest mountain fog
catch droplets on nets—water
to green the desert
— Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2017-11-14
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