What Most People Miss

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Today I sat under the trees
watching the buzz of activity
that most people simply overlook.
The big black ants were running
up and down the bark of the willow trees.
On the knock-out roses, a black tiger tail
flitted from flower to flower;
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A humming bird drank deeply from
my red crape myrtle and zinnias.
And then // as I sat in wonder,
a beautiful blue dragonfly
landed softly on a long dead stem
on the other side of the stream.
He kept going away and coming back
to pose for me, while I took his picture.
His gossamer wings, barely visible,
shimmered in the sunlight;
Bugeyes bulging out of his head
seemed to be the biggest part
of his fragile stick-like frame.
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All this, while birds sang
and flowers bloomed
among the grass and weeds nearby.
Life is Good!

What an amazing creation!

 

The Patience of a Seed

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The patience of a seed lies in waiting
Knowing that at the opportune time
It will germinate, push out a root, and grow.
Too much sun will dry it up;
Too much rain will drown it // make it rot;
And, soil too hard will not let it take root;
Only when the combination of soil, light, and moisture
Is perfect will it grow and produce leaves and fruit.
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Our life is much the same // waiting
For the opportune time to grow and shine.
The difficulty is always in the waiting;
Avoiding the scorching light of flattery and praise
Don’t get carried away by the storms of life
Take root in the rich soil of people who love you
Be patient // like a seed… humble and strong;
You’ll know when your time has come.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Skinny Dipping

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How hot is it? Hot enough to go skinny dipping!  When we were docked at Strasbourg, France, it was 96 F. Europe was having a heat wave  As we were leaving for our tour, we looked down the way, just beyond our ship, and there along the shore was a middle aged man skinny dipping! It did not seem to bother him at all that he was so near to a shipload of people. He came up out of the water, picked up his clothes and began to dress!

Hot summer calls for

a skinny dip in the Rhine

French men are not shy

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When we were leaving for a walk later in the afternoon he was back carrying a bucket!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

The Wedding Party

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On our canal tour of Amsterdam, we passed a boat load of wedding guests. The Wedding party and the couple’s parents were crowded into the boat. It was interesting to see the celebration beginning as they passed.

Groom and Best Man toast
Floating down the city canal
Flower girl holds basket
Families along for the ride
Party is just beginning
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A basket of wedding flowers adorns the bow of the boat load of celebrants
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The wedding party in all their wedding attire ride in an open boat floating down the canal
Bride and Groom pose in the boat for a photo
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The cute little blonde flower girl still holds her basket and wears an orange plastic life vest!

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

Killing the Albatross

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One or my favorite poems is The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Anmol (alias HA) , at d’Verse today, asked us write a poem regarding Climate Change. I decided to try something different and write a Quatrain of sorts using the lines from the Coleridge poem  turning it into a Climate Change poem. I had them side by side when I wrote them, but it did not translate when I loaded it into Word Press.

Climate Change… Killing the Albatross
The breeze dropped, as trees were chopped
A very sad day indeed
An now no one ever spoke a word
As we dreamed of a time with trees

The sun rose high in the caustic sky
In the blistering shine we burned
Everyone hid inside their homes
And for cooler times they yearned

Year after year, day after day
The weather never changed
Both hot and cold were caustic
As the planet grew eerily strange

People, people, everywhere,
And all the food did shrink;
People, people, everywhere.
And no water in the sink.

Every tree and plant did rot: O Lord
We never thought this could be!
With creepy crawler things with wings
And termites gnawing on dead trees

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Excerpt from: The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner
Down drop the breeze, the sails dropt down,
“Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

Photo of a crowd of people on the street : Dwight L. Roth

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Our True Colors

Our true colors become evident
As the sunlight of God’s Love
shines through us;
Allowing us to be all that we can be…
Radiating unique beauty and warmth to all.
Without Love, we are like cold pieces glass
Captured beauty hidden from the world.

Today, at d’Verse Poets Pub, we were shown Chihuly’s work, The Sun, which stands outside the Museum of Fine Arts in Montreal, Canada. We were asked to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words and use the word sun as our prompt.

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Dan Chihuly’s – The Sun

We recently visited the Strasbourg Cathedral in France where we marveled at the beautiful stained windows that shown in the sunlight. It reminded me of God’s love that shines through us, bringing out our unique beauty. Amazingly on the outside there is little or no color at all.

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Creative Sense of Humor

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Traveling on our route to the Black Forest we passed through a small village. As we came aroung the bend, there smiling at us were faces carved into the large shrubry.  As we went on, we came to another house with a weird elephant painted on the side facing the road. It had one high eye and one low eye and a little gold crown floating above his head. It is always good to see people who enjoy a good sense of humor as much as I do.

Life is short

Make the world a happy place

Be bold // create smiles

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Wild Rose Country

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The Desert Rose of the Southwest has a first cousin in the Northwest. On the planes of Alberta, Canada the Wild Rose grows abundantly. In fact, in the 1930s it was chosen as the provincial flower. Alberta is now known as Wild Rose Country. It is amazing how they thrive and bloom in such a dry and hostile environment. Frank Tassone, asked us to write a Haikai poem that eludes to the Desert Rose.

Desert Rose blooming
Freely on desert and plains
Reminds us to bloom
Wherever we are planted
Beauty thrives in harsh places

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Desert Rose from Frank Tassone Haikai prompt.     (mamavacado)