Good Night · Personal · Poetry

Not the fishing opener

cold-brewed coffee, hot and sweet and chocolate
before I fall asleep

while your lips are out of reach…
one last text and one more cup

Copyright © 2018/08/09, by Lizl Bennefeld.

I have so many things I want to accomplish while the other of us heads out on the annual camping trip with the ham radio bunch. So far, I have dug out and reconnected the dehumidifiers in the basement and mulched the new wildflower plants with spent coffee grounds. I had fish for supper. I bought it instead of caught it!

The Scampers are not confined to their kennels for the duration. They are so pleased!

Tucked in for the Night

I think that we all get to sleep in, in the morning!

Personal · Poetry

Contemplating future regrets

on the wrong side
of tomorrow, looking back…
wondering how
I arrived
so soon

“Future Regrets”. Copyright © 2015-12-25,
by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

Regretting having fallen asleep before my husband, last night, without one more kiss and hug. The now is to be cherished eminently, and those in it. I have awakened, and it’s hours before he will again be awake.

I suppose it would be bad form, waking him to secure the good-night parting that I earlier missed.

 For a different take on the poem, see Mara Eastern’s photograph here, which fits much better than the original inspiration.