mice and birds
feast on winter’s bright,
There were no flowers, Tuesday, but I did get my weekly poem written (and posted at Quilted Poetry,) and so I am reblogging the poem. I hope you enjoy it!
Submitted to Poetry 101 Rehab,
currently hosted by Andy Townend
I don’t look forward, toward the future,
not because I do not want to see what comes,
for I know already far too well its promise
and the various branches of the road
that face all at its near or lingering end,
Nor do I look behind me, loath to leave
the pleasures and companions of youth,
idle days with many years ahead to hold
both current plans and following projects
that could have occupied a hundred lifetimes.
Today I sit here at my window, listening
to the sound of wind, taking in sweet
scents of promised rain. Holding myself
present to the now, I savor the smooth taste
of coffee in my cup, attend the texture
of the paper, feel the pencil in my hand.
Copyright © 2015-08-18, by Liz Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.
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Raindrops gently fall
in the gardens of memory — you,
a lingering taste upon my lips
I seem to have taken a very long nap. How did it get to be Wednesday already? We bought all sorts of good things at the grocery and butcher’s shop, early in the evening. I cooked and ate a bleu-cheese burger. Didn’t think of the potato salad or, a special treat, the crab salad. Didn’t think of the chocolate pudding, which I haven’t eaten for what seems like ages. Just . . . very tired. I did take some photographs, and was going to do up a couple special for this blog. that may still happen.
Also, I did write my poem, yesterday, for the Poetry 101 Rehab challenge on Quilted Poetry.
Have been working on another poem from my folder of “in progress” work: http://wp.me/p5BCD4-3F (the quiltedpoetry WP blog.)
Also, I am enjoying having an “Artist Date” blog, again. I decided to pay for another year of web hosting, during which time I must sign up for email service for my accounts, to keep them separate from the web hosting company.
If I predecease my husband, it will be handy to have this blog and my poetry blog where he can communicate with my friends and acquaintances. (Must make a note to myself to find out how that works on WordPress.)
I now ask myself, for what purpose am I writing beyond the pleasure of working and reworking the words. At this point I am tempted to answer, the creative process is what feeds my soul. I’m good with that.
I have finished editing another poem I’ve been working on since the middle of January. “Pretending the Window is a Mirror” is at Quilted Poetry (a WordPress blog I have been using for writing new poems, not for sharing previously published stuff.)