the moments between yesterday and eternity
Nov 23rd, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
Much too much work, this week, and one mild and one severe fragrance/ chemical exposure. I am hopeful that I will catch up on the poems, but I am going to catch up on my sleep, first. Lulled to sleep by the sounds of surf and puppy dog snores.
Nov 20th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
Curious about
modern technology, Sam
seeks out a mentor
Nov 19th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
"Hideaway"
Up before the sun
and safely tucked away from
weekend’s hated chores.
Nov 18th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
dewdrops, clinging tight
to leaves and fragrant flowers,
focus morning’s light
Nov 17th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
“Sometimes”
by
Liz Bennefeld
Sometimes, in the middle of life’s joys,
more than in sorrow,
a desperate yearning for a home I’ve never seen
sweeps over me, and the pain of being here,
not there, consumes me—a living fire.
Longing, waiting, seeing once again
where I have never been,
yet know so well.
And yet, so much of heaven is in this life,
the people that I know, the trees along the lane…
sunrise and starlight and moonlit paths that lead me
someday
from life to death to life,
back home, again.
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A poem for Tuesday, 2009.11.17.
Nov 16th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
Like life, the windfall
apples lie, half hidden, now,
waiting for rebirth
Nov 15th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
Line of Demarcation
(Haiku)
autumn’s slow shadow,
a line of demarcation . . .
morning’s frost or dew
liz bennefeld, 2009.11.15
Nov 14th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
"Out of Time"
Stepped outside of time
to fit a three-day weekend
into two days off.
Liz Bennefeld, © 2009-11-15.
Nov 13th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
"Bad Luck Friday"
murmurs just beyond my hearing
shadows wavering at the edges of my sight
dirt beneath my feet…becoming softer
with each step I take?
Nov 12th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
Open to the world,
windfall apples at my feet,
voices on the breeze
Photo and poem by Liz Bennefeld, copyright 2009.11.12.