That moment, by Britta Benson

Every week, I look forward to the W3 poetry challenge, hosted by David on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week, the guidelines, set by A.J. Wilson, are as follows: Write a poem in no more than 12 lines, include the word ‘waiting’. Here’s the link to the full blog post: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/27/w3-prompt-13-weave-written-weekly/ Here’s my response… inspired byContinue reading “That moment, by Britta Benson”

I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson

I love butterflies. I have written plenty of poems about butterflies and in all likelihood, I’ll write many more… so here’s yet another one. I can’t help but follow your flight I can’t help but follow your flight. Peacock, Admiral, Cabbage White, Common Blue, Painted Lady, Comma, Comma, maybe… Your fickle flitter tickles my flutter.Continue reading “I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson”

You already know, by Britta Benson

You already know You already know that it’s summer, ice cream and swimming, everything lighter, brighter, the time of your life. You already know why you’re here, what you want, where to go, you already know. Knowing only half the battle. Knowing mocks you, stares you straight in the face, unless you follow it upContinue reading “You already know, by Britta Benson”

Heart of Stone, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to The Procrastinators’ Sunday Writing Prompts. Theme this week: ‘Affairs of the heart’. Prompt 1: Heart of Stone. Here’s a link to the post: https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2022/07/25/sunday-writing-prompts-affairs-of-the-heart/ I liked the concept of a heart of stone. Tempting. Mine is mush. Soft mush, with more flaws than I would like, but hey ho, it’s myContinue reading “Heart of Stone, by Britta Benson”

Evening walk, by Britta Benson

I like weeds. Simple as. Evening walk All the way along the setting sun, weeds guard my world with pride, flank soil and stones with dots of yes. Fields of barley, maize, sunflowers, my grand scenarios, worst case, best, meet almost translucent poppy perspective, catch the blue moons of cornflower curiosity. Yarrows yawn at myContinue reading “Evening walk, by Britta Benson”

Variations of Dad, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week: ‘Variation’ in 67 words. (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/07/23/weekend-writing-prompt-269-variation/) Variations of Dad Sorting his legs in the morning. Left. Right. Almost familiar. Eating toast that looks like yesterday’s but isn’t. Coffee, three sweeteners. Always. Five tablets. A daily rainbow, the same in all its difference. Counting steps. NumbersContinue reading “Variations of Dad, by Britta Benson”

Game, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s poetry prompt on Brian Vos’s blog. Theme this week: Intuition. You can read his full post here: https://brianvos.com/2022/07/22/intuition-your-weekly-poetry-prompt/ Game Intuition, instinct, gut or simply unadulterated anger… Decisions manifest or not. Minds keep tally. Win or lose, it doesn’t matter. When I think I know, I told you so, fateContinue reading “Game, by Britta Benson”

She looked at joy, by Britta Benson

I’ve only got a wee found poem for you today. I love found or blackout poetry. Especially on days like today, when I’m feeling a little under par and uninspired. Somehow, this found poem was exactly what I needed to hear. I love that about creativity. Here’s the typed up version. Easier on the eyeContinue reading “She looked at joy, by Britta Benson”

Plea, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 Poetry Challenge set by Michelle Navajas. (https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/20/w3-prompt-12-weave-written-weekly/). This week, there are two guidelines: 12 lines of free verse, must include the word ‘adorable’. Here’s what I made of it. Plea Free, verse tumbles, not so steadfast, a doddle, bout, just because. Blank page, impatient, curious, aghast, still waiting,Continue reading “Plea, by Britta Benson”

Hearts, by Britta Benson

Bit of a weird one, about hearts, but I like it. I take things to literally or not literally at all. So this is what I wrote today: Hearts Who we were, who we are, always the same core, the same heart. Our souls meander, take leave as they please, come back changed or notContinue reading “Hearts, by Britta Benson”

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