cloudy skies
threatening late-autumn snow
leaves on the windmemories of butterflies
flower pollen, gentle breeze
Copyright © by Lizl Bennefeld,
2019-11-24. All rights reserved.
Tag: tanka
no more ideas
nothing to be done with that
but to keep still
listening from my silence
to the heartbeat of the world
Copyright © 2019-11-23, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
powdered-sugar snow
too small to descend slowly
tumbles through the wind
blowing under inside doors
filling outside’s tiny cracks
Copyright © 2019-11-21, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
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from the mountaintop
I was always looking down
in dells I look up
peaks provide a heady view
but in valleys, heaven’s light
[tanka]. Copyright © 2019-11-18, by Liz Bennefeld.
Written to #RonovanWrites #Haiku weekly challenge prompt: Valley & Peak
restless leaves dance
across the newly white grass
never still for longerrant winds stir them around
shaking off the falling snow
tanka. Copyright © 2019•11•13, Liz Bennefeld.
Categories
Awakened at 0430
awakened from sleep
hard rain against the window
thunder coming nearmemories of walking, wet and
reveling in dark winds
Copyright © 2019-07-17, by Lizl Bennefeld.
I found myself
wondering why my parents
haven’t phoned, todayI’m caught up short, remembering
they’re on Heaven’s direct line
Copyright © 2019-05-27, Memorial Day, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Memorial Day was “our” family holiday. It’s now my remembering. After my parents were discharged, they returned to Father’s home town to realize their life’s long-held dream of raising lots of children, together. (Eventually, there were nine of us, seven living into adulthood.) My father was groundskeeper (one of many jobs) and then the sexton, of the village cemetery, and we children, while growing up, worked with him to get the grounds ready for the Memorial Day observances. Mother was in the Navy, and Father was in the Army, separated overseas, but both serving in the Pacific Theater. (In uniform).
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
Monday’s prompt words (from RonovanWrites Haiku weekly challenge) were action and friction:
action of raindrops
friction of waves on the shore
dry wind across stonenature—micron by micron—
reshapes oceans and the land
Copyright © 2019-04-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
