Slower, by Britta Benson

Slower When faster no longer is an option, slower will always be patiently waiting, hush, hush, not a peep, until I’m ready to stop in my tracks, quit the chase, the race, let my soul catch up with my feet, allow my self to breathe, in and out, without hurry or agenda, have a lookContinue reading “Slower, by Britta Benson”

Tuning into the day, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem was inspired by Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt, https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/107936767/posts/3825208952. This week, the challenge was to write a poem consisting of paired opposites. I thought about the challenge for a couple of days and then came up with this little piece. Enjoy! Tuning into the day Feet on the ground. Feet on branches, fenceContinue reading “Tuning into the day, by Britta Benson”

Friendship, by Britta Benson

I enjoy responding to other writers’ prompt challenges. Today, I wrote a poem in response to Rebecca Cuningham’s February 2022 Pareado challenge with the theme of friendship. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/80866864/posts/3818721943 Friendship Through that purple door, the green, the yellow, each gate a portal, trust, a glow, the flow of hope, a threshold to another soul. Up thatContinue reading “Friendship, by Britta Benson”

Heart, by Britta Benson

This poem was prompted by ‘The Procrastinators’ Midweek Writing Prompt. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/114832769/posts/3820371995 Heart Heart. Just a fistsize muscle that holds the secrets of my world in its continuous dance and drums ta-dum code until the end of time. Heart. Just an unsightly lump, flanked by my lungs, kept safe, warm, hidden, underneath layers and lobes, hopesContinue reading “Heart, by Britta Benson”

Blankets, by Britta Benson

A poem about blankets? Yes. And can I tell you a secret? I actually really loved this prompt. Blankets. What’s not to like? I’m sitting here, all snuggled up, wintering underneath lots of layers. Here are my musings. Enjoy! Blankets Snow protects my spring underneath a duvet. The yellow quilt from my childhood still holdsContinue reading “Blankets, by Britta Benson”

Wintering, by Britta Benson

This little poem birthed itself while I was working on a longer piece today. So here’s my encore, my offcut. I like it a lot. Wintering Somewhere between that glacial lagoon and the storm beach one thought from here bumps into another from there. Most ideas compost themselves. Some however, return like sea glass. Hagstones.Continue reading “Wintering, by Britta Benson”

Humility, by Britta Benson

Weird day. First half great, walked from Bo’ness to Blackness Castle. Came home. Phone my dad and he is not well. I can see him slowly signing off. Good days, bad days, but mostly bad days recently and he’s simply fed up. Understandably. So I’ve had a very difficult second half of the day, mostlyContinue reading “Humility, by Britta Benson”

Serenity, by Britta Benson

A wee poetic seed took hold and flourished almost clandestinely. I love it when that happens, when a poem grows, unfolds and then simply says, ‘hey presto, you’ve been expecting me’. Here goes. Serenity The iridescent pearls of introspection, the shimmer of wildest possibility, a glimpse of hope in full flight. Fleeting, weightless, quiet. SerenityContinue reading “Serenity, by Britta Benson”

In the pink, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by watching a spectacular sky last afternoon, not long after sunset. You can read more about it on my daily blog, link below. In the pink There’s the blue words, like ‘thus’ and ‘forget’, deep, deep beasts of saturated memory, the loss of monotliths, wider than your hope. Hard to imagineContinue reading “In the pink, by Britta Benson”

New Year Blues, by Britta Benson

First day of a new year and I’m scared to mess it up. This won’t last very long, but while it does, it’s uncomfortably annoying. Can’t wait for day two. Three. Eleven. New Year Blues This clean, pristine sheet of twenty twenty two looks nothing like me. No hiccups, no shipwrecks, not even an inkblotContinue reading “New Year Blues, by Britta Benson”

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