I don’t remember a lot about the 2006 flood, other than taking the pictures.
Updated and revised my About page and added an addendum to it.
For quite a few years, wild flax have been blooming and reseeding in my vegetable garden. The flowers attract many different pollinators.
Link to Poetry Rehab 101: End.
The writing prompt is “End”.
by Liz Bennefeld
Are these tears born
of my sorrow, loss of all
that might come
Or are they tears
of fear, of too soon closure
to all that went before and
come no more?
The roads I chose then
not to follow, once I’d started.
and those I never gave a first
or second thought?
Surely not the paths I found
and took, tasting all
your various actions, thoughts
The longing that disrupts
the joy of leaving life forever
is knowing that you now go on
Traveling roads that we’re not sharing,
thinking thoughts I’ll never know,
finding new life. Do, my dear heart!
Gladly, I now let you go.
Copyright © 2015.03.30 by Liz Bennefeld.
There are realities of life concerning which I am conflicted. The prospects that bring me the greatest joy are also those that provoke tears, sadness and overwhelming feeling of loss. Strangely, in this instance, the knowledge that when I die, I will no longer take part in the lives of those who love me, those I love so strongly, now. The contemplated experience of joy in death and the homecoming that follows is shattered at times by the shattering of relationships that I can only trust, as I trust in God, will continue at time’s ending . .. or that I will understand, accept, and rejoice that those relationships are superseded, either transformed or gone.
Poetry is a medium for exploration of reality, unreality and possibilities. It is a welcome means for exploring my emotions without trying to engage others in my working through lines of thought that may not be within the comfort zone of other people in my life.
Taken from a photograph of fallen leaves in sunlight and wind-shaped shadows on 21 October 2014 (inverted color).
Some of you may remember this photograph from a few years ago (2012-12-31). I have recropped and reworked the original image since then.
Larger image here.)
Here is another photo from the same day, same window. It was a very nice day for photographing the frost. A great variety of textures and images.
This one is from my JPGMag page, which I haven’t been to for far too long.
In the middle of the day, the neighborhood can seem so empty without the laughter and activities of the children. And I think, What if there were no children?