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When a tree falls, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by a prompt on ‘The Procrastinators’ blog (https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2022/05/01/sunday-writing-prompts-picture-prompts/), a Chinese proverb: ‘When a tree falls, the shadow flies’. Somehow this saying instantly resonated with me. Here’s my response. When a tree falls When a tree falls, the shadow flies. Shadows don’t like being disturbed. Especially not like that. All the noise,Continue reading “When a tree falls, by Britta Benson”

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Cold, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem is a direct response to a prompt on ‘The Procrastinators’. The prompt, unsurprisingly, ‘Cold’. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/114832769/posts/3848685021 This is what I made of it. Cold Cold starts from stories told in your warmth. Don’t think of snow, winter, ice. Cold lives closer. Grows bolder on the membranes of your heart. Shards of memories, fears you’veContinue reading “Cold, by Britta Benson”

Imaginary friend!, by Britta Benson

This poem is my response to The Procrastinators ‘Sunday Writing Prompts’ by Gail Henderson. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/114832769/posts/3843508961 I’m not an expert on imaginary friends. I reckon my poem will explain why. Imaginary friend! I’ve always wanted one. Turns out, it’s not that simple and friendship not a unilateral decision. Perhaps mine just doesn’t care for my company.Continue reading “Imaginary friend!, 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”

Poppy Petals, by Britta Benson

I wrote this poem last night during the weekly meeting of my writing group, The Procrastinators. The picture prompt was poppies. I’ll put a link to the writing prompts below, in case you are interested. Poppy Petals They will not last. Enjoy them now with all the might you can muster. Please don’t press themContinue reading “Poppy Petals, by Britta Benson”

Where am I now, by Britta Benson

This poem is the direct response of a creative writing prompt on The Procrastinators. I’ll put the link to the ‘New Beginnings’ post below. I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. Where am I now? I’m in a good place same old, haven’t moved and yet, I’m on my way,Continue reading “Where am I now, by Britta Benson”

The sign, by Britta Benson

Sometimes I get the pleasure to write responses to my own creative writing prompt. Today’s poem is the result of a photo prompt I put up on The Procrastinators. You’ll find the link at the bottom of the page, in case you would like to see the photograph. The sign My quick morning coffee leftContinue reading “The sign, by Britta Benson”