Haiku on Glass

Haiku on Glass


Glimpse of distant trees
sure footsteps across the glass
lightly mirrored worlds

Copyright © 2016-08-29,by Lizl Bennefeld.


It’s one o’clock


It’s one o’clock! It’s
time to trade in background noise
for soft, soothing sounds.

“Midnight Rainshowers”
fall about my ears instead
of air-cleaner breeze.

Puppy snores now reign.
TV’s shut down and the clock
lacks new batteries.

And, joy, book apps
provide me with no swoosh of
page or paper cuts.

Peace has descended
on our busy home. No eyes
watch me raid the fridge.

Good night!

Lizl, enjoying one last helping of mixed, sliced melons and just a few more grapes

Copyright © 2016-02-19, by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.

ETA: This was the last time that Samantha got up to share my midnight snack (a piece of watermelon. By 4:00 in the afternoon, she was going into septic shock. We got her to the vet’s a few hours later, where she was put to sleep. I still can’t quit crying. —Lizl, 10 a.m., 2016-02-25.

Halloween’s Arrival | Vision Stalker

If I counted correctly…there are MP3’s of poems by 16 members of the Science Fiction Poetry Association on the 2015 (10th Annual) Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Online Halloween Poetry Reading. A small gallery of seasonal artwork and photos by members is also included to help set the mood. The Halloween Reading page: http://www.sfpoetry.com/halloween.html.

Cat on living room armchair cushion
Frozen in Time

“Vision Stalker”
by Elizabeth Bennefeld

Eyes glance at me as I enter,
then turn away, indifferent.
Where once I found acceptance,
I see polite, but vacant faces.
My words are spoken
in a newly foreign language.

You have not changed.
It’s I who have become a stranger
through choices not approved,
prowling along uncommon paths
beyond the borders of community.

I will not walk your narrow roads
another night or day
to reattain belongingness
or buy lost camaraderie.

Going my own way, I will stalk
the visions that cry out to me
in the night from distant places.

A solitary hunter, I will seek new voices
that sing in harmony with my heart’s song.

An alien in your midst, no longer.

Copyright © 1996, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld. Published in Reflections & Visions, a W.H.E.E.L. chapbook (Nov. 1996); in the same year, in an anthology; and later, on the Internet (Deviant Art) by permission. Audio edition published in the 2011 SFPA Online Halloween Poetry Reading.

My mood poem, “Halloween Awakening” (MP3), is included on the 2015 Halloween Reading page, and the text can be found at my QuiltedPoetry.net site under PERFORMED POETRY. (I was co-editor, this year, with Shannon Connor Winward.)

Catching up

halloween decorations, skeletons, hanging on a plank fenceWe have had our hard frost, and yet a few of the wild flax flowers have been showing up, quite unexpectedly. I’ve turned out a few arty versions that I’ll include in the next post.

My HP 4545s died on me over the course of the past couple of weeks. My replacement showed up on Friday (2nd day delivery), and I still am attempting to get everything in place. I still have to/want to upgrade my Corel Paint Shop Pro if I can manage it.

I don’t remember quite when it happened in relation to when I last posted here, but I did end up as co-editor of the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s 2015 Online Halloween Poetry Reading page (with Shannon Connor Winward, who is a gem to work with, BTW). I think that we screened our final submission to the page late yesterday from a new SFPA member. Joe Nazare’s poem, “Them Apples”, may be last on the page, but it’s not lacking in entertainment value. Actually, they’re all pretty good, again this year, art and poetry. All poetry and art are creations of and contributed to the page by SFPA members.

You may remember that I was not the page editor, last year, although I did submit three photoart pieces. Stephanie Wytovich was recruited for the editorship; I remember that we did interact during her editorship, and it was comfortable. It was nice to be back and even nicer to work in partnership with someone, this year. I had missed that over the years. Not the “Lone Ranger” sort of personality . . . and we’re all getting older. My dad’s turning 100, next year, and still doing the autumn leaf raking (see poem) on their double lot that’s shaded by tall cottonwoods, lilac bushes and a nice maple that was planted long after I left home.

Anyway, my poem and Shannon’s are about halfway down the page. Mine is “Halloween Awakening”, and if you have problems with hearing audio files, you can find a text version at QuiltedPoetry.net under the Performed Poetry heading, along with text versions of my other Halloween Page contributions since 2006; I believe that the only years I missed for poems were 2012 and 2014.

ETA: One more submission just arrived for the Halloween Poetry page. Happiness!

Halloween is coming | Alien Life (2010)

ladybug (inverted color) navigating a blade of grass
Navigating the Space-Time Continuum
In 2006, I worked with Karen Romanko on her new SFPA project, a virtual Hallowe’en Poetry Reading presented by members of the Science Fiction Poetry Association. That first year, and for several years following, I also did the web work. From 2006 through 2013, I volunteered as the editor/curator of this ongoing project. I thought it might be fun to repost some of the poems that I contributed to the project over the years. I think I only missed one year as a contributor.


“Alien Life”
by Liz Bennefeld

They live among us,
only slightly alien—
their DNA so close
that some of them can breed
with some of us.
A cross-section of each
is close enough
to be the other.

And so, then, who is alien,
after all? You? I?

I won’t tell,
if you don’t.

– Elizabeth Bennefeld, 2 Nov. 2009. Audio edition published in the 2010 SFPA Online Halloween Poetry Reading. For more Halloween poems by myself (with links to SFPA’s annual Halloween Reading pages) see QuiltedPoetry.net. The current reading can always be found at http://www.sfpoetry.com/halloween.html


Anniversary, Love (A Poem)

Today we are celebrating our 23rd wedding anniversary. As per my previous post: Throughout the past 20+ years, I have occasionally written stories and poems that include thoughts about my husband, marriage, relationships, love, &c. We were in our mid-forties when we (once more…after a lapse of nearly twenty years) began dating and married. I wrote this poem in 2007, shortly after our fifteenth wedding anniversary, imagining what I might feel if Al were dead, recasting the emotions in a “Halloween” poem for publication on the SFPA Halloween page. I did something similar for a science-fiction poem (Outward Voyage, bottom of page) that was published in Star*Line in 2011.


“At Allantide”, by Liz Bennefeld

At Allantide the young girls sleep,
an apple beneath each pillow,
dreaming of their love to be.

At Allantide I sit awake, apple in hand,
waiting for the dear, sweet Allan of my dreams
to come again and dance underneath the moon,
orange above, amid dry barley propped up in sheaves.

Bones rattling, he takes my hand.
We spin across the threshing floor in tight embrace.
He promises, this Allantide . . . or maybe next,

Only a ghostly apple will sit upon a pillow
not dented when I can no longer stay awake.
Face matching his, I’ll dance a final song with him,
And then we both can sleep.

– Elizabeth Bennefeld, © 5 Oct. 2007 [Written for the Science Fiction
Poetry Association’s 2007 Online Halloween Poetry Reading Web page (MP3 available at SFPA)]

Source: At Allantide (SFPA – 2007), QuiltedPoetry.net