Curious Minds

Children are curious, you know

Until an adult tells them they are not to be

“Don’t touch that, you’ll get your hands dirty”

“I’ll tell you about that when you get older”

“It is not polite to ask such questions”

Curiosity silenced…

Lessons lost

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse. De asked us to write a Quadrille (exactly 44 words) using the word curious.

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Friends in Low Places – published

I am pleased to announce that my poem Friends in Low Places was chosen to be a part of the North Carolina Bards 2021 poetry anthology.

You can see more details here:

North Carolina Bards 2021 Preorders – Local Gems Press (localgemspoetrypress.com)

It seems it would be a good Memorial Day tribute as well!

Friends in Low Places

Dwight L. Roth

Today I walked through the cemetery of my childhood

thinking

of all life stories encapsulated there.

Friends and neighbors

inscribed on these stones;

A card catalog

of stories one can no longer check out.

Ancestries long buried in dust

some lost in time;

Yet, the stones live on

calling for recognition from the living.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Young Love

Remember the days of young love

Excitement knowing no bounds

Charged thrill of being together

Your smile

Your skin soft to the touch

Fingers like an artist

Gently gliding like brushes filled with love

Filling my canvas with life and color

Remember the days of young love and laughter

Of waves crashing over us

Carrying us to shore

Resting only for a moment in the sand

Wading out to ride the next crest

Hoping this will be the big one

Now it’s time for the younger ones

Filled with the zest of life

To repeat the cycle of love that knows no bounds

Always looking for the next big wave

Painting their canvas with the color of Love

Photo; Dwight L. Roth

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My Verse

Some may ask the reason of existence

This short lived life…

Here today // gone tomorrow

Of what value is my being

Why do I write poetry

Paint pictures with words

Or with a brush

I write because

I am a member of the human race

I write because I am alive

Full of passion and urgency

Finding connection

Creating purpose

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We are all part of the play of life

“…The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse…

What will your verse be?”

Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to choose a favorite line from a movie and write it into a poem. I chose a line Robin Williams tells his class in the movie, Dead Poets Society. “…The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse…What will your verse be?”

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Tears of Moon

Here in North Carolina, spring has been coming on strong. Frank, at d’Verse, shared with us that the full moon in May is called the Flower Moon, since so many of the spring flowers bloom during that time. The corn is coming up in the fields and the trees have closed in all around us like a big hug. He asked us to write a Haibun about the Flower Moon. I thought perhaps I would take an abstract view of the May Flower Moon with my Haibun.

This painting started out as a landscape with a deep blue sky. But as the painting went on I decided to turn it a quarter turn and experiment with color and the moon. The moon ended up with tears on solid blue, while the others side became a rainbow of deep color. I call it the Tears of the Moon. I darkened the azalea below to give the feel of moonlight on the blossoms.

Spring flowers blooming

Tears of the Moon Kiss petals

Wrens splash in birdbath

Painting and Photo: Dwight L. Roth

This Wednesday marks the appearance of May’s full moon—traditionally called the Flower moon:

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The Fall Line

Rocky Mount, North Carolina is the place where the Coastal Plane meets the Piedmont. This location is called the Fall Line. It is defined by the place on the Tar River where you can no longer paddle upstream. As you can see, the Rocks emerging from the river make it impossible. The Fall Line stretches across several of the Eastern States running right through Rocky Mount. It is often marked with water falls flowing from upper level of the Piedmont to the lower level of the sandy Coastal Plane. At this point, cargo and boats had to be portaged across the falls, in order to continue the journey.

Towns grew up along the Fall Line because of the power that was gained from the river; and because this became the stopping off place for early explorers, as they traveled to the interior of the country. If you look across the river you can see Rocky Mount Mills. It was a cotton mill for many years, powered by the Tar River dam. It had its own electric generator that provided power to the machines. It is now being renovated into office space and restaurants.

Life’s flow starts smoothly

Only to find rocks waiting

Midlife marks Fall Line

Can we get past life’s challenge

Some can’t get beyond the rocks

Others rise above

Finding smoother sailing there

Whitewater ahead

Life’s wild ride

Photos: Dwigth L. Roth

Cuttings

This afternoon I looked out and saw my pot of Geraniums glowing in the sunlight. They were a glorious sight to see. Such beautiful flowers, and with such a foul smell. They thrive in the full sun, if given plenty of water. The deck, with plenty of fresh air, is the perfect spot for them.

Geraniums bloom

Burning red in spring sunshine

Cuttings from last year