Bees and Butterflies

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Bees and butterflies visit my flowers as summer heat soars into the mid 90 F.  As they float and flit from flower to flower, I amazed that nectar from a flower can provide enough food to create such beautiful creatures.

Natural beauty shines

Thriving on minuscule drops

Lightness of being

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iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Red Moon Rising

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     Tears flowed like a downpour on a hot summer day. All around, Jennifer could see the wives of the miners in Swift Creek Mine. Earlier that morning, an explosion trapped eight men in the far end of the shaft. Three of Jennifer’s friends were among the women anxiously awaiting their fate.

     The siren on top of the tipple sent shrill chills through the little coal patch. At times like this, the whole neighborhood rushed to the mine for word of who the trapped miners might be. Those whose husbands were safe, stayed to give comfort and support.

A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills of the Monongahela. Jennifer could only wonder when it would be her time to weep; having a husband and son who worked there.

     Everyone went silent… as the men were carried out… one by one!

Painting of Coke Ovens and Mine: Dwight L. Roth

Prosery today at d’Verse: Lillian gave us the challenge to write a flash fiction of exactly 144 words that includes a given line from Carl Sandburg’s poem, Jazzy Fantasia . The line I included was A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills…  This story comes from memories of my childhood in Southwestern Pennsylvania.  Many lives were lost in the coal mining industry that supported our steel mills in Pittsburgh at the time.

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Divide and Conquer

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The communist leader, Khrushchev once said

We will destroy America, not with guns and missiles,

we will destroy America (with a revolution) from within!”

Little did he know the effects of future social media.

His prophesy seems to be coming true as we grow apart.

Divide and conquer // a long held strategy, seems to work;

Who needs guns and missiles when we do it to ourselves?

Perhaps it is time to lay down our tongues of war

Our hateful politics, our social judgments, our racial biases

and our Holier than thou Religion.

Time to quit feeding on only what is being fed to us by

our enemies on social media and the News talking heads.

We are in a war for our lives, both physically and politically.

We have spent the last twenty plus years refusing to co-operate;

Being fed misinformation and devouring twisted truth.

Maybe it really is time to sing Kum Ba Ya together…

To listen to one another // to learn to compromise

and in my own naïve way, believe it can happen…

Before it is too late!

Photo taken at the Mutart Conservatory in Edmonton, AB – Dwight L. Roth

Merril at d’Verse, has has asked us to write about revolution,  This poem goes to back to a time when the Cold War with Russia was at it’s peak. Long before many of our younger blogers were born, the Russians were in the business of revolution. They suceeded in Cuba and were ready to plant missles there until JFK gave them an ultimatum. The desire to cause revolution in this country is very real and is being fed by our social media every day. It is time to use common sense and quite being manipulated by what we feed on.

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Finding Common Ground

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The death of Congressman John Lewis, bring a reflection of the intense turmoil  he lived through during the Civil Rights era. The struggle for respect and equality still goes on sixty years later.  As I look at the division that still remains, I realize it will not be resolved  without God’s love changing our hearts allowing us to live together in peace.

Some views are shotguns blasting away

Others sling shots pelting against the gate.

Let’s have a conversation they say…

Come together // find common ground

Solve our differences together.

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How does that happen with shotgun politics

and sling shot twitter, that couldn’t hit a brick wall.

When our view is the only right view,

Each conversation become one of persuasion or condemnation…

A ticket to ride our train non stop to our destination.

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Legislated change without heart change, brings little hope.

History keeps repeating with every rotation.

Change comes with give and take // listening and hearing

Appreciating uniqueness // instead of condemning it.

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Only a revolution of the heart will bring peace from division.

Perhaps, “love your neighbor as yourself”

are words that could make our world a better place…

Opening the door to finding common ground…

Bringing the “Hope and Change” we really need.

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Here is a favorite song from the Folk era by the Youngbloods called Let’s Get Together

Perhaps what is missing in this generation is the truth in Folk Music… Music that brought people together!

Superhero Comic Book

My granddaughter Molly has written a comic book about the experiences living with her new brother, who was adopted from Korea.  She lives out her fantasies and struggles on the pages of her book, hoping that sharing her struggles will help other children who have adopted siblings.  She is creating this for her Girl Scout Gold Award Project. Today, her little brother turns ten years old.
As you can, see I am very proud of both of my grandchildren, and hope you will take time to view it on Amazon.com.  Click above to view. If you have Kindle, you can read it for free!

Superheroes

Come in all sizes

We love them both

Check out her web site:  https://www.weadoptedasuperhero.com/?fbclid=IwAR0IE3LC-Ljt3qfBwNHOfzuaiHxCY-P8VKjdvq_Pp4xdCpf1QPg8p9U9d-s

My Life Goes On

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If I should find this my last day
Looking back on my work and play
Life is the place where joy and sorrow meet
A roller coaster ride of ups and downs.

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Struggles, pain, and joys abound
Making me stronger // standing my ground;
Becoming the man who bears my name.
The image of my creator reflected in my face;
Not perfect // but full of love and amazing grace…
A shadow of the divine embracing a much better place.

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Life goes on be it here or there…
In our children // in their children
His face is everywhere;
Reflections of love immeasurable power…
Strength for today and hope for each hour
Passing on down through the thread of life
So fragile // so dear // so full of strife

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If this were to be my last day,
With sorrow’s leaving I would surely say,
“I’m not gone I’m here to stay!”

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, we were asked to write a poem written with the first person “I am” included in it.  This is a poem about ourselves. This poem looks a life from my aging perspective, realizing that even though I may pass on, my life goes on. We are created in the image of our creator and that is in our DNA. It gets passed on from me to my children and grandchildren. So in that perspective life goes on.

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Woodland Symphony

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Music pours out from shadow and tree
Calling us all to enjoy a reprieve
A melodious symphony straight from the heart
Each tiny instrument playing its part
Miniature voices in perfect pitch
Unwritten scores of notes that are rich
Filled with a beauty beyond man or pen
A symphony of music that will never end

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Mocking birds solo sopranos and basses
Finding their notes in so many spaces
Piccolo warblers and wren solos start
Antiphonal melodies straight from the heart
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The bassoon bull frog comes in now and then
Cicadas’ strings play background blends
Crickets and blue jays fill the air
The snare of the trees adds depth to the pair
Woodpeckers drumming on old hollow trees
A staccato rhythm that floats on the breeze
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Suddenly right out of the blue
The feline conductor brings all in on cue
With a growing crescendo from blue jay and friend
Celloed instruments calling, “This is the end!”
The squirrel plays percussion with his raspy scolding
As the woods fills with music the finale’s unfolding
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A thunderous applause from the balcony on high
Brings all to their feet flashes crossing the sky
The concert is over the conductor’s gone home
Performers take bows the music is gone

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

This is a painting and poem are from a few years ago.  I wrote this as I sat under the trees listening to all that was going on above me. I love the idea of the birds and animals creating an orchestral piece brought on by the neighbors cat!

Moment in Time

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September air held a slight chill.

Friends were warm and caring

as Uncle David was memorialized;

Now, we explored tangible roots

at the old Snavely Mill of his childhood

where he and brother Paul played

boating and swimming at the millpond.

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Suddenly // seemingly out of nowhere

a Great White Egret rose majestically

from the rust colored weeds

dying along the pond’s edge.

Circling for a moment above the trees

it flew gracefully on up the pond

and out of sight…

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

This is the eighth anniversary for the d”Verse Poets Pub. Brian shared some special moments in time that we all experience. He asked us to think about a special moment in time and write a poem to take us there!  This is one of my favorite moments I have experienced. Hope you enjoy it too!

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Carolina Blue Sky

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Blue sky embedded on flat rocks

Mountain stream gurgles over

wet stones

polished and shaped

during ten thousand summers and winters.

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Native Americans sat on these rocks

drank from the stream

enjoyed the beauty of the falls

long before we arrived…

to claim it!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today the d’Verse group is back from summer break, and our prompt is Blue!  We are to write a Quadrille of  exactly 44 words using the prompt. Skies have be extra blue this summer, as pollution and smog are reduced due to Covid-19 stay at home orders. There is nothing more beautiful than the Great Smoky Mountains. The photos above are from our trip to the Pisgah National Forest in 2012. This is Looking Glass Falls near Brevard!

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Our Children

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How fast they grow leaving us behind
Dependent creatures with insatiable needs
Little bundles of joy crying at every whim
Now grown, mature, and independent
It was our original goal from the start
Sort of like wanting to go to heaven
Just not now
Life moves on and so do they
Taking our hearts leaving an empty chair
Sometimes detours got in the way
We tried our best not to get in their way.
Although we worked so very hard
Some will stay,
Needing our nurture and strength
Yet another day.
Whatever the outcome life moves on
Slowly leaving us behind to observe
With pride and joy the persons
They have become.
And… whether they go or stay
We love them anyway.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth