Downey Woodpecker

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This Downey has been coming to my suite feeder and enjoying my sunflower seeds all winter. I see him and his mate, who has no red markings on her head coming back and forth. They are such a pleasure to watch. During the winter months they come every day.

Downey and Hairy woodpeckers are almost identical in coloration. The Downey is much smaller in size and has a much shorter beak than the Hairy, according to audobon.org . Another indicator is the red patch on the top of the head of the male. In the Downey, the red patch is usually solid all the way across. On the hairy it is split.

Up to his eyeballs
in suet cake, Downey feasts.
Saves headaches for spring

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Redwing Blackbird

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Today is the first time I have seen a Redwing Blackbird at my feeder. He was very striking in the morning sunlight. He ate his fill and then was on his way. What a pleasant surprise. I wonder where he is heading?

Redwing Blackbird
at my feeder during lunch
Spring migration

 

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Armor of Blame

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Cold steel words now cover me head to toe.
I bind cold blame around my pierced body
Thinking it proves righteous indignation.
Not the first // mine will be the second blow
A fight to the death // my sword sharp words live;
Casting blow after cutting blow I charge…
Battle-scarred, bruised, and battered we retreat…
Alone // Would be easier to forgive?
Oh, no! … for I fight alongside Id and Ego;
Too much at stake to forgive your many sins.
Blame is my protection // choking my heart;
Stand and fight // I learned defense long ago!
Forgiveness // love // leaves me vulnerable;
I go down fighting // while I am able.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today Frank , at d’Verse, asked us to write a poem that includes blame and forgiveness.  I wonder why we put ourselves through all the pain when forgiveness could save us the agony. It all comes down to being right! How could I forgive you if I am always right!!?? I believe this is the problem in our country as well.

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Drink of Choice

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Sip only the sweet Stuff
Why savor bitter gall;
making puckered faces…
spitting and sputtering…
when there is so much sweetness
all around?
Sipping is a choice we make.
Nourished from flower nectar;
Or
Imbibing acid laced words.
What is your drink of choice?

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today is Quadrille (only 44 words) Monday at d’Verse Poets Pub. The prompt today is sip! Lillian asked us to take it any direction we chose. In light of all the negativity in our country today, I chose to look at it from the perspective of where we find satisfaction; from positive people or negative ones. I had a cocaine addict once tell me everyone has their drug of choice!  For some, it is listening to other people spout their gossip and negativity. What is your drug of choice??

Power All Around Us

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The forces of nature are astounding! Whether it be an erupting volcano or a powerful waterfall, we can only stand in awe of the forces at work in the world around us. This past year we watched fires destroy a whole town in California, mudslides carry houses crashing down the slopes, and Tornados that flatten everything in their path.

And then we see the power of creation in opposite ways in the beauty of birds, flowers, butterflies. and rainbows. The God of creation must have had a wonderful time when he created all these things that make us marvel. I find it very hard to believe that this all happened out of nothing or from an exploding star.  The earth is a very special place!

God of creation
Revealed in power and grace
Leaving us in awe
Purpose in every detail
Makes my faith an easy choice

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Painting and Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Full Bloom

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Poetry without words!
The Northeast is getting hit with another winter snowstorm today! Further south the situation is quite different. Daffodils are now in full bloom and flowering pear trees are try to open up. They will be blooming by Sunday when it is going to be 74 F in North Carolina. Here are a set of photos showing the beautiful blooms around my home. Perhaps this will give those of you locked in the winter storm hope for an early spring!

 

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Privilege

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Give me comfort not truth
It suits me better and eases my mind
In my fine house
Behind the gate
Just down the lane
I close the door
I don’t feel your pain
Give me comfort not truth
Salve my guilt
Hide my shame
In my fine car I’m not to blame
I drive on…
Can’t be soiled or stained
Give me comfort not truth
Save my soul
Free my mind
As I drop a five in your plate
for the bottom line
I close my eyes
My heart is blind
Give me comfort not truth
Oh… what tangled webs we weave
Don’t tell me you love me
Just please don’t leave
Give me comfort not truth
As I consume Earth’s wealth
Never blinking
Fill me up…
My car, My truck, My boat, My SUV…
…Isn’t life grand!
Give me comfort not truth
Tell me what I want to hear.
God loves me more than he loves you
Maybe next year he’ll help you too
Give me comfort not truth
Vote for me // I’m God’s man
Tell ‘em to get a job
No more helping hand.
We’ll send our young solders to fight in Iran
Give me comfort not truth
My views are always best
ABC & NBC FOX & CNN
I’ll close my mind and just pretend.
Give me comfort not truth
We are the “chosen ones”
We are blessed
We deserve it,
This “Christian Nation”
No aid for them
In their situation
Give me comfort not truth
Could I be wrong?
No, it would be too hard to change
This good life will always stay the same!

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Today at d’verse HA challenged us to look at privilege and how it affects us as individuals and as a society. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when thinking about this very thing. I came to the conclusion that few want to hear or face the truth. They would much rather be comfortable.

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