Daffodil’s first bloom
Basking in bright warm sunshine
Buds waiting their turn
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Dark clouds brought cold rain today
Chilled blooms wait another day
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
First Bloom
Month: February 2021
Scars
Scars worn long after
traumatic encounter’s pain
Predatory fears
both inside and out remain
Snow covered in life’s winter
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Sharing this poem with the d’Verse prompt that Peter gave us on that twist in the middle that changes the focus of the poem.
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Meaning in the Meaningless
Old in age, I am young at heart
Seeing my way through an uncharted maze
I look for light in the winter dark of night
Racing slowly toward the finish line
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Days creep by, as redundant weeks roll on
Attempting to find meaning in the meaningless
Believing in that unbelievable Spirit of all Creation
Experiencing grace and comfort in not knowing
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In this winter of freezing joints and pushing buds
I defy the waiting cold earth with warm sunshine
I write my simple poems from inspired words unknown
As night closes in, each new day dawns
“I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf” – from The Paradox by Paul Dunbar
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Laura asked us to consider writing from the perspective of paradox. She gave us some lines from different poems to choose from for inspiration. I chose the one from Paul Dunbar’s, The Paradox.
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“On the Go”
On the go..
Colloquial term
Used by many when I was young
Little Phil is learning to walk
Took his first steps yesterday
Now he is on the go!
Granny broke her hip last fall
Now she is healed up and on the go!
Today at d’Verse, De asked us to make a quadrille of exactly 44 word using the word go! What came to mind immediately was a term I heard very often when I was a boy. It was the term, … on the go. These days we are not on the go as much as we used to be. I can’t wait to be on the go again!
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Photo – Streets of Stasbourg, France: Dwight L. Roth
Living Above the Pain
Somewhere above the pain there is life
A place where one can live and function
Where hopes and dreams can still be achieved
Living above the pain does not make it go away
It only allows one to be in control
Pain lies rooted in one’s being
A constant reminder
Rearing its ugly head
Vying for control
Only to be suppressed once more
By hope determination and faith
Unwilling to resign oneself to fate
Knowing that above the pain
Above the pills
There is light and hope
It is a choice one must make
Every day all day long
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*A tribute to my wife Ruth, who makes this choice every day, all day long!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Poetry is…
Poetry is editing what has always been!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth – When I get as perfect as this spider, then perhaps I will be a poet!
Painting Hobbiton Mural
It was one of the most fun paintings I have ever done! A few years ago, I was asked by a neighbor down the street to paint a mural of the Hobbiton Shire, on their garage wall, for her husband’s Christmas present. He was a big fan of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. It was my first attempt at anything quite this extensive, but I agreed to do it. I tried to incorporate significant parts of the story into the painting. This is how it turned out.
Paints spread colors wide
Across neighbor’s garage wall
Hobbiton Shire shines
Write For Yourself
Write for one’s self
Only then will it have meaning
and depth that speaks to others
Forms are fine and fancy words too
But, if you really want to connect
your words must all ring true
Choose not to write for accolades
of unknown publishers who read
multitudes of words each day
with swiftness and care-less speed
Write first for yourself
Share with friends who see
Who feel the depth of your soul
For that’s all your writing should be
So, write your stories and poems for you
You might even put them into a book or two
and give them to folks you care about
And friends folks who care about you
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today is open link night at d’Verse Poets Pub. Over the past few years, I have seen many different kinds of bloggers. Most write from a perspective that is special to them. Some write in hopes of getting lots of likes and comments, which is nice. Others write for several prompt sites such as d’Verse. Still others write so they can promote themselves or products on their site. But for me, I like to write for myself. I feel if I do that and others enjoy it, that is satisfaction enough. It is wonderful to connect with all of you and I love doing the prompts on d’verse, And, I do enjoy all the likes and comments and an occasional reblog. Most of all I want to write meaningful poetry that says something that connects with others. I will let you be the judge of that!
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Just like life!
What are the other colors without me
along side to give them definition.
Red flows like blood
Green like a blanket
Yellow has no end without black
I am what brings life into focus;
Just as Covid-19 rearranged your minds
I create a paradigm shift
For better or for worse…
Only time will tell what I will define!
Painting of Old Ship’s Bones at Nags Head, NC – Dwight L. Roth
As I was reading through the poems from color perspective for our d’Verse prompt, I came to Paul V. Cannon’s post on Black. It occurred to me that without black all the other colors run together. So this poem developed out of that idea.
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I Wanted To Shout – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax (pvcann.com)
Hue
Painting horizons
I create blends dark and light
across evening skies
mellowing reds and yellows
Call me Orange Hue
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
This evening at d’Verse, Mish asked us to write a poem from the perspective of a color. I chose Orange.
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