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To the Sticky at the beginning of the blog, I have added my posts from the Facebook Art/Poetry Challenge for which I was nominated by my good friend Deborah P Kolodji, one of the Regional Coordinators for the Haiku Society of America. We got to know each other initially through our volunteer work with the Science Fiction Poetry Association. She’s a very special person. Thanks, again, Deborah!

The Facebook challenge (aside from recruiting another nominee each of the five days to pick up the challenge) was to post three of one’s own art works or poems (mix or match) for five days.

I enjoyed digging back into my archives.

Art/Poetry Challenge – Day Five (final)

fallen autumn leaves drifted down (manipulated greyscale)
Not Still Life

This is Day 5 of the Art/Poetry Challenge. My thanks to Deborah P Kolodji for nominating me for it. The challenge consisted of posting (on Facebook) three poems or art pieces (mix or match) for five days…and nominating someone each day to also pick up the challenge. I completed the first part of the challenge, but not the second.

For this final day I selected two of my poems that touch on love, this being Valentine’s Day, et al. Today’s photo art piece is “Not Still Life”: leaves fallen to the ground beneath a tree.

 

“Apart”

The bed still holds the warmth of his body,
as though the time he’s been away
is just a moment and
the loneliness, a child’s dream.

Copyright © 1977, Liz Bennefeld.

 

“At Allantide”

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 on this page.]

Art/Poetry Challenge – Day 4

Deborah P Kolodji nominated me to take part in this challenge. The challenge is to post three poems or works of art on my Facebook page each day for five consecutive days. (Also, to nominate a poet and/or artist to pick up the challenge. Alas!)

This has been a lot of fun. I’ve got some older poetry that has been languishing in old file folders for a while. Also, I used to put together custom chapbooks of my poetry in the late 80s and early 90s that people wanted to give as presents, as well as generic ones. Sort of a nostalgia trip, this challenge.

For today, a poem from the late 60s. I think. Also, two photo art pieces. “Exploring my World” is from 2010 or earlier, and “Leaves in Flight”, from the middle of October 2014.

 

“Faces”

Snow, light-reddened, falls
outside the window,
tears inside forbidden so to fall.
The night sings closely to my mind.
Lake clearness on a summer’s day, the snow—
my other visage.

 

A Flock of Leaves in Flight
A Flock of Leaves in Flight
Young boy in summer walking toward an apple tree
Exploring My World

Art/Poetry Challenge – Day 3 (Thursday)

This was originally posted on my Facebook page.

Deborah P Kolodji nominated me to take part in this challenge. Deborah and I got to know each other initially through the Science Fiction Poetry Association (SFPA). The challenge is to post three poems or works of art each day for five consecutive days. (Also, to nominate a poet and/or artist to pick up the challenge. My day is too short!)

For Thursday, I have selected three of my photo art pieces that you may not have seen before. The seasons are Winter, Summer and Autumn.

 

Art/Poetry Challenge – Day 2

Copied from my Facebook page.

Deborah P Kolodji​ nominated me to take part in this challenge. Deborah and I got to know each other initially through the Science Fiction Poetry Association (SFPA)​. The challenge is to post three poems or works of art each day for five consecutive days. Two poems and a photo art piece, today.

“Crying Children”

Crying children whisper through my dreams,
their voices faint and dying
from hunger and from fading hope.

I hold my heart untouched
behind a wall of patient waiting.
A few more months, my heart,
a few months only and they’ll die,
their crying cease.

Then only ghosts of crying children
will disturb your sleep.

Originally published as “Ghosts of Crying Children” in the January/February 1980 issue of OURS (as of 1994, the Adoptive Families Magazine), “Crying Children” has since then been performed and re-published in other venues).

 

“Born of Love”

You taught me how to stand apart,
to understand and be myself.
You gave me the courage to walk alone
when none would join me.
You showed me how to look through words
into the worlds that others live in.

You taught me how to listen
with my heart and dare to make
no judgments
but those born of love.

Written as a gift to my parents, Christmas 1987, suitable for framing. I had left corporate for freelance writing and editing and did not have any money for presents, that year, so I wrote the poem before I headed home on Christmas morning and wrote it out on a good paper. (I also did calligraphy for a few years in the 1980s.)

Iris in Waiting

Art/Poetry Challenge on FB

The challenge is to post three art pieces or poems each day for five days. I was nominated for the challenge by Deborah Kolodji, whom I know through the Science Fiction Poetry Association. The real challenge is finding someone each day who’s willing to accept the challenge also; I never managed that, last time around, when it was black-and-white photos. For the first day I picked poems from 1977 (Guest), 1997 (On the Anniversary of Your Rebirth), and 2014 (Stuck in the Big Apple).

“Guest” was accepted for publication by what I believe was a small literary journal; I was paid in copies (1 or 2). I usually charged for occasional poetry, but I wrote “On the Anniversary of Your Rebirth” for a friend who was celebrating two years of sobriety.

A few years ago I started having trouble writing poetry…writing anything! That’s when I started writing poems to prompts. Spam posts and emails were sort of fun. “Stuck in the Big Apple” actually did something. So here are the poems I posted on Facebook (ewbennefeld) for the first day of the Art/Poetry challenge.

Guests

On the anniversary of your rebirth

Stuck in the big apple