the (r)age of fire
lightning torches thirsty trees nowhere left to hide
[senryu.] Copyright © 2021.11.01 by Liz Bennefeld.
autumn’s reds and golds
dry leaves crumble underfoot evening fades to night
[haiku.] Copyright © 2021.11.01 by Liz Bennefeld.
As I understand it, unlike haiku, senryu don’t have a cutting or seasonal word. The structure of senryu is usually three lines with 17 or fewer syllables (e.g. 5-7-5), like haiku. It addresses human issues/affairs rather than nature. (Emotions rather than the senses, maybe?) Also, a haiku length that is coming more into use is ~11 syllables (3-5-3), putting them more in sync with the content volume of a haiku written in Japanese.
Ending of the Season
weeds overgrow the garden the vegetables are picked waiting for the snow to fall winter's time to rest
Copyright © 2021-11-01, by Liz Bennefeld.
dodoitsu is a Japanese poetic form: 7-7-7-5. Usually focuses on love or work, frequently with a comical twist.
I have written a new “What’s Happening” page that appears as the home page on this blog: patchworkprose.com/blog
watching for springtime
Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.
alone for a while
gone are the distant voices
that faded, now lost
left are echoes of my words
burbling in the pebbled rill
Copyright © 2020-11-04, by Liz Bennefeld.
early autumn dusk
quiet settles on the woods
pop of burning logs
cold snows brush the windows
an almost-winter lullaby
Copyright © 2020-11-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Photo by WantTo Create on Unsplash
night’s moonbeams reveal
visions hidden by daylight
vanished with dawn’s mist
wee fairies in their snow boots
gathered round a glowing coal
some swing from dead stems
into snowdrifts thrice their height
some gathered flower petals
layered thick for cushions
their fragrance fills the air
on the shortest day
the longest night of winter
cling close for the warmth
after all the winter storms
it will once again be spring
“Fairy Winter”. Copyright © 2020-11-01, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
Ulrike Leone from Pixabay
ice along the path
tattered clouds race a blue moon
wind against the glass
soft voices in the distance
as I drift back into sleep
Copyright © 2020-10-31, by Liz Bennefeld.
A warm-up poem for a small group’s Poem-a-Day writing activity during NaNoWriMo month.