Resurrection
Behind every cross the sun is shining
Out of defeat comes resurrection // new life
No matter how difficult the road ahead
Nor how heavy the cross we might bear
Hope lies in the understanding that
Behind every cross the Son is shining!
Happy Easter to all of you
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Johnny Cash says it best… about that one solitary life… Here Was A Man
Morning reflections
Mirror image on water
Solid // liquid merge
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Fishers come with hook and beak
Lunch is found in Hammer Creek
One sits dangling on the shore
Heron dives // comes back for more
Frank is challenging us to try the Tanaga form of poetry, for our d’Verse poetry group. It consists of four lines with seven syllables in each line. It has a rhyming pattern. It usually has no title, since the lines of the verse should make clear what is being said. This is my first attempt at writing a Tanaga poem. The heron in the photo is a Great White Egret. They often nest in the Susquehanna Valley region of Pennsylvania.
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Photos from Hammer Creek near Clay, Pennsylvania. – Dwight L. Roth
Trinity of message boxes // flags waving in the air
Words in an envelope // pictures on a card
Eagerly awaited from loved ones near and far
Post straight and tall // boxes shiny and new
Mailman comes by daily dropping off the news
Just like me the times have changed…
Very few messages of love or concern
Mostly junk mail playing on what we yearn
Post out of plumb // boxes rusting // now resting on the wall
It’s a different world of bites and bits
Sailing through glass on fiber optics
No need for writing // printing is just fine
Messages in an instant in that virtual mailbox
That never falls and never rusts
Saved on a cloud for a rainy day
Imaginary mail // perhaps a printout
Only memories now of the glory days // left to rust
In that trinity of boxes // on a post // leaning on the wall
Only a matter of time till they meet their demise
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Come ride with me on my
Imaginary blue bicycle
Dream catcher circles
Petals floating in the breeze
Peddles that never go round
Red roses hover on unpruned stems
Baskets confining plastic pots
Pink Petunias’ toxic effervesce
Fragrance of spring
Close your eyes // smell the sunshine
Just remember…
Thorns change dreams to reality
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Lillian, at d’Verse, gave us five photos to pick from to write using the theme “Sunnyside Up“. Anything related to the joyous coming of Spring and all the new life it brings. I liked the colorful blue stationary bike, so this is my Sunnyside Up poem.
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Many years ago my wife worked as an office nurse for a doctor who appreciated her skills as an RN. To show his appreciation for her good work he created this egg to give to her. He blew out the egg and painted the mountains on the outside. With a scrapple, he very carefully cut the round door in the shell. He painted the inside and then used sutures to make hinges so it could be opened and closed. It was a very special and is a treasured gift.
Treasured Gift (a Quadrille)
An appreciative doctor
A skilled nurse
A gift of an egg
Hand painted//
Mountains…
Inside and out
A little round door//
Hinges of suture strings
Cut with precision care
For a special nurse//
Fragile beauty
Long remembered
Handled with care//
Always a Treasured Gift
Egg painting creation: Dr. Patrone in Rocky Mount, NC
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
We were asked by Kim at d’Verse to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words using the word egg in any form we choose. This egg is very special to us.
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Cedar and shale stuck
Braving elements attack
Only one will last
Torn from their birthplace
Together under the stars
Whole lotta shakin’ gon’ on
Aging together
A rocky relationship
Mismatched from the start
Knotty log waiting
For rising waters lifting
Leaving rocks behind
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Natural Poetry…No words needed!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Easter brings with it a time of reflection. I thought the crown of thorns would be a great metaphor illustrating what Christians believe in the death and resurrection of Jesus. Some see only suffering and death. Others see the part that never dies, the spirit that rises bringing life, light, and hope to the faithful!
Crown of Thornes
Of what use are your long gnarled stems
Heads balding from the loss of fragile beauty
Sucked dry by bird and bee
Seeking the nectar of life hidden deep inside
Of what use is your thorny crown
Pocked and dried by sun and wind
Waiting in the remaining time
To be cut broken discarded
The glory days of ephemeral beauty gone
What’s left for the aging freckled head
What beauty remains for the dried and broken
It was not all for naught, the losing of ones crown
For underneath the crown lies the key to beauty
The ongoing genetics of life the giftwrapped wonder
Beauty is in the seed passing on and on and on
Since the beginning of time
Without the crown of thorns there would be no future beauty
The would be no life here after
Beauty is passing, life is fragile, but the seed remains forever
To once again spring forth from the ashes of the past
Bringing life and hope and to that dried crown of thorns
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Photos: Dwight
Naked Maples line the edge of the field
Shivering when March winds whisper
Hello!
Hints of warmth call forth
An adrenaline rush of sweetness
Rising in spongy bark.
As spring calls each one by name
Spouts sink into bored trees
Knowing sweetness flows within
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This poem was accepted for publication in Whispers, an online poetry journal. Please check it out at: http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/
Tree tapping photo: flicker.com
Today, Bjorn on d’Verse invited us to post a poem of our choice. I wrote this quadrille of exactly 44 words about the gathering of rising sap in the sugar maples.
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Roth Poetry 