Na/GloPoWriMo2019 NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Day 17: Saturday Matinee | #NaPoWriMo 2019

barren soil

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

documentaries portrayed
as funny children’s movies

Copyright © 2019-04-17, by Lizl Bennefeld.


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Day 16 – In Hiding: An Ode to Anonymity #NaPoWriMo

‘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.

Photo credit: See attachment page.

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Day 7 – Words Fail Me | #NaPoWriMo2019

Prompt: Write a nonet, a nine-line poem, with the first line containing nine syllables, the next eight, so on until the last line has one syllable. (Cuyahoga County Public Library)

Words Fail Me

Sometimes the shape of each letter is
more compelling than words’ meanings.
Playing tricks on sore eyes,
they duck and vanish
into the mist
of fatigue.
Fail to

Copyright © 2019-04-07, by Lizl Bennefeld.


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April 2: Quietly

Prompt from Brewer at Writer’s Digest:

And today is actually a special day: Two for Tuesday! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice! (1) Write a worst case poem. What’s the worst that could happen? (2) Write a best case poem. Take the worst and reverse it!

death of oceans
anaerobic luminescence
deserts without breath

bright colors on the water
moonlight’s dance on silent waves

Copyright © 2019-04-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.


Cross-posted to my Quilted Poetry blog.

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April 1st: What do you hear?

two geese overhead
flying low and fast…they cry

Copyright © 2019-04-01, by Lizl Bennefeld.


Beautiful sight and sounds greeted me as I stepped into the back yard at late morning.