Copyright © 2019-07-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
So many years, to notice I’ve returned to the place from which I started. A journey not yet ended, but which will end in an hour … or months … or decades from this day. A journey not taken?
streams of thought
and kindnesses not looked for
I saved gratitude for the end
but, thinking now, it should not be left too late
to speak through silent words
written on a screen…a sheet of paper
or the sky’s clouds
before the earth is wrung dry
and cries for tears
to dampen it, again
perhaps there is a time…a moment
to stop the flow of thought and reason
to feel what is and mourn
what might have been—
to acknowledge the gaps
until the world’s too light
not to blow away
[Rough draft]. Copyright © 2019-05-22, by Elizabeth W. 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.
This poem was posted also on my Quilted Poetry blog.
drawn towards joy
changing of the seasons
quiet melt of winter’s snow
springtime’s gift of sun and rain
Copyright © 2019-04-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
As I write this poem, I am listening to an ongoing spring blizzard that has delivered over seven inches of snow, so far today. We expect another five to seven inches before the storm ends. The tulips and daffodils long since emerged from the warm, damp grown. I am trusting the new snow to protect them from the wind and icy rains still to come.
I have looked at photos from previous years, and April snows are not that unexpected. Still, it is strange to be confined to house and outbuildings by snow drifts, when at the beginning of the week, I was outside barefoot and without a jacket.
March comes in as a lion and … April buries the road by which it leaves
is sharp but somehow peaceful
unlike April’s storms
like cyclones over water
Spring adds fury to its snow
Copyright © 2019-04-10, by Lizl Bennefeld.
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