Seize the day, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge. The guideline, set by Denise DeVries: Use a random word or first line generator as inspiration for your poem. You can find the full guidelines and Denise’s prompt poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/01/18/w3-prompt-38-weave-written-weekly/ So, I did just that. I used a random word generator, set it at 6

Chasing, by Britta Benson

Here’s my take on Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt ‘Script’ in 100 words. (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/weekend-writing-prompt-294-script/) Chasing Chasing goals, times, fortunes, following the script of others, always breathless, heart in hurry, head in noise, soul drowned in voices, and none of them mine. Chasing goals, times, fortunes, following the script of others, also wondering… Do goals, times,

This is also me, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by Sarah David. The guidelines: write about the theme of ‘dreams’ in 14 lines or less. You can find Sarah’s prompt poem and the full guidelines here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/01/11/w3-prompt-37-weave-written-weekly/ This is also me This is also me, treading on thinnest clouds, sands of time, rivers called

Old vs New, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompt ‘Old’ and ‘New’. You can find all of this week’s prompts here: https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2023/01/08/the-procrastinators-weekly-writing-prompts/ I love a little musing about old and new, especially at this time of year… Old vs New Old. Burden or memory? Good riddance, reminiscence? The weight of decades carried in hearts, souls,

truth, by Britta Benson

Another blackout poem, taken from ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. I’m having fun. Here goes: truth truth arrived in the afternoon, a curious parrot, a single syllable, plea, threat, priviledge, proof, sacred right, exception, lost forever or a good luck charm reluctant to confess and philosophical, opportunist traitor, decorative novelty, palace, shadow, night.

How to begin a new year, by Britta Benson

Here’s my contribution to Rebecca Cuningham’s Poetry Challenge. This month, the theme is New Year’s traditions. You can find the full prompt post by clicking this link: https://fakeflamenco.com/2023/01/01/new-years-poetry-challenge/ I’m in Germany just now, so here’s how to begin a year, German style. How to begin a year, German style Food. Paramount. Always. Compulsory Sauerkraut on

inheritance, by Britta Benson

Another ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ poem. Here goes: inheritance a lifetime, the construction of history, the order of interest and ideas, time on its inaugural flight, the poetic impossible, the culmination of thoughts in their own light I posted another one, ‘memory’, on ‘Britta’s Blog’ today. Here’s the link: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/love-in-the-time-of-cholera/

to write, by Britta Benson

Last poem for 2022. Another one from my blackout project. Love in the Time of Cholera. Thanks for stopping by! to write to write, to endure, to discover, to do, love, sense, desert, interpret, to struggle with time, decisions, life, a single detail, the rush of passion, despair, destiny.

mercy in four moves, by Britta Benson

Here’s the third of my series of blackout poems. I am working my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. If I do one poem a day, it will take me about half a year to fill the book. My first project for the new year. Well, I’ve already started. No better time than

stop and talk, by Britta Benson

I’m totally addicted to blackout poetry just now. It’s what I like to do. So here’s one of the poems I found today: stop and talk the echo paused, the spirit paused, no choice but to close the door, stop and talk about pasts, memories, the truth, take the longer route and cross the bridge