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Sunday, by Britta Benson

Another poem from my series ‘Notes from my garden’. I’m starting to enjoy my microcosm. Enjoy. Sunday This long, thin tentacle of strong willed ivy tries to leave my garden one pointy leaf at a time, sneaking over the tall wooden fence in plain sight like I wouldn’t know. The ants seem more determined toContinue reading “Sunday, by Britta Benson”

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Single footed, by Britta Benson

You know me, I’m always one to stick to the cheery topics of life, like death, one of my all time favourites. You can’t talk about death without writing a lot about life, so there is joy and opportunity in every tick and tock of the clock, and that’s where my poem started. Enjoy. SingleContinue reading “Single footed, by Britta Benson”

When all the quiet is enough

There’s poetry in every breath, in the sounds we hear and even in the ones we don’t. Here’s a wee poem I wrote about trusting life, about letting go of wanting to control everything, basically, about being a human in a world full of noise I don’t need. Enjoy. When all the quiet is enoughContinue reading “When all the quiet is enough”

I fall in love with life, by Britta Benson

I fall in love with life I fall in love with life one breath at a time, eyes closed, quiet, the long way down into a universe of me. I fall in love with life one step at a time, a cautious foot placed in front of another, advance in gnat’s whiskers. I fall inContinue reading “I fall in love with life, by Britta Benson”