Every breath a gift
Too soon taken for granted.
Winter creeping in too soon
Thankfully spring is on the way
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Written for Frank Tassone’s Haikai poem thinking about Thanksgiving. I decided to do a Tanka in appreciation of life.
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Indian Motorcycles have come a long way from the early bicycles with a motor, to the big heavy duty cycles of thirty years ago, to this sleek modern machine of the day. LED headlights, radiator cooled engine, a comfortable cushioned seat, and a sleek satin black finish. No chrome or saddle bags, but a cycle any millennial might enjoy riding.
Ride an Indian
Hi-tech machine takes you there
Purring through summer
A vintage Indian Motorcycle built for two for the road!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
I find it interesting the styles and fashions I remember from the sixties and seventies are coming back again. Dark-rimmed glasses, plaids, bell-bottoms, afros, olive green houses etc., are making their rounds. Maybe we should be like nature and bring back the most beautiful colors over and over again, for each season year round.
Nature’s Fall Fashions
Same bright colors every year
Cardinals dress in red
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
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When our son was young he had a cousin who was three years older. We were just starting out in our marriage and were grateful for any hand-me-downs that came our way. My sister gave us the clothes that her Brian outgrew. This little stocking cap and a sweater to match were some of our favorites.
As I thought about the concept of hand-me-downs, it struck me that all of our creations are really hand-me-downs borrowed from those who have gone before us.
What have we created that has not already been
Songs, art, music, style, design, color, people & more
All hand-me-downs from what already exists
Rearranging blocks in a pile // building creative towers
Finding ideas // resources from what has gone before
Nothing new under the sun…
What’s old becomes new // What’s new becomes old
The cycle of life // our DNA
Never really new // simply rearranged from his and hers
Even cloning takes something to start with
Many scoff at the idea of Creationism
But, everything we have, are, and ever will be
Is simply hand-me-downs from our Creator
B&W Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Finger tips // thick as leather
Built up from years of playing the guitar
Strings cutting into tender fingers
Pain subsides as the weeks go on
Callouses pad finger tips
Grooves leave impressions
Muscles in fingers increase pressure
Sensitivity lessens // notes get sharper
Six strings blend to build a chord
Fingers automatically dance on the neck
Thin strings cut sharp high notes
Course wound strings saw out bass sounds
Thumb wraps around the glassy smooth neck
Increasing the pressure of fingers on strings
Callouses combine with wood and metal
Creating good vibrations and beautiful music
Photo: Dwight L. Roth playing a hand made Showalter Guitar… solid walnut
Today we are to write about touch at d’Verse Poetry Pub. Touch is something we take for granted and don’t often think about. I chose to explore the feeling of playing a guitar. Strings of steel, lacquered bodies, and plastic picks all come together to make unique sounds.
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We enjoyed a warm Fall, but now the cold air is moving in and what had escaped the earlier cool nights is now getting frosted. I went out today to see what had survived and found the last rose of summer still bright red for one last day. Some of the others around it were wilting from the frost we had last night.
Frosty air arrives
Last rose of summer still smiles
Tomorrow she’ll die
Leaves shiver // aged overnight
Winter’s knocking on the door
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Sunday is the 100th anniversary of Armistice Day, when fighting ceased, bringing an end to WWI. It was called the war to end all wars, but sadly we see conflicts and wars continue throughout the world. Some say war is Hell and I would tend to agree. Many brave soldiers lost their lives on the battlefield. The horrific atrocities that occurred were unimaginable. Our leaders have not learned from our past. The division in our country can only lead to further conflict in our own back yard. We must learn how to agree to disagree and move beyond our personal power trips. We must stop sending our best young people to slaughter in ongoing wars of our own making.
Armistice Day ink
Brings an end to bloody war
November snow falls
Frank Tassone reminded us that tomorrow is the 100th anniversary of the end of WWI. The Armistice signed ended the fighting and killing that had raged on for years. He asked us to write a Haikai poem that mention Armistice Day.
Join us at: https://frankjtassone.com/2018/11/10/haikai-challenge-60-11-10-18-armistice-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
Tomorrow is also Frank’s birthday! Happy Birthday Frank!!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth Title from Pete Seeger song: “Were have all the flowers gone?”
Does great music stir your passion. Music has the ability to appeal to every mood. Those who play music know how wonderful it is to feel the music pulsing though your soul, like the blood pulses through your veins. A feeling like none other. Medicine for the soul.
Passion for music
Fills every part of our being
Summer night’s magic
Photos taken by: Stacey Strawn