The Art of the Moment

Open to the world, windfall apples at my feet, voices on the breeze
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Photo and poem by Liz Bennefeld, copyright 2009.11.12.

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Until we can die to the past and dream our own dreams, we are held hostage to demands and expectations not our own.
Not to run away, but to say, The past’s lessons instruct, but do [...]

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Still hoping to meet my goal, which has now changed from writing a poem each day to writing a poem for each day in November. Things got a bit complicated for a while. That happens.

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Nip, then jump back fast!
cocker spaniel and bulldog
getting acquainted
 
That leash is longer
than he thought. Too late now to
measure it again

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“Tiny Dancer”
Turning round and round to the music of of Swan Lake… there, in the mirror.

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“Too Late”
Too many years between discovery and desire, too many experiences, too new and decades separate experience from understanding.
And now, a half a century too late, the head understands what the heart [...]

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“All Grown Up”
photos tucked away—
who is she, a floppy hat
and fish on her line?

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As wonderful as lunch may be,
it’s no time for visiting
about anything but food–
holidays remembered, recipes,
who was there and who, not.
 
A bit of shopping, though,
and then a stop for coffee
before home, and hours pass,
conversing of the most important
things of life, resolution to the problems
of the world, next year’s garden.
Together . . .

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"Summer Songs"
The brush of air from birds’ wings! Watch them glide to rest and call to one another. Always time to puff the wings and look around to see what singer [...]

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A Haiku
Light of morning draws lines of stark reality over too bright dreams.

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