Friends: Ebb and Flow

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“One must live by the sea to understand…”

the importance of friendship in one’s life

Friends like the sea bring constancy to life

Whether it be ebb or flow they are there

sometimes like a storm // other times like a calming surf


When one lives by the sea they understand

the peaceful respite knowing there is one to call

to help wash away the stresses of the day

Most true friends can be counted on one hand

Always in your heart whether near or far

Standing with you like a lighthouse in a storm

sending you a beacon of trust in your time of need


Friends are with you through thick or thin

“One must live by the sea to understand…”

Today at d’Verse, Punam asked us to choose a first line from a blogger friend’s poem and write a poem about friendship. I chose my line from my good friend, Elizabeth Gauffreau, who has been a most encouraging support to me. She never misses a post I put up and always comments in helpful and affirming ways. To me she is like the ocean tide flowing through my blog every day. My thanks to her for letting me use her line from the post, “To Live By The Sea.”

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Publication in DASH Literary Journal – Elizabeth Gauffreau (

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Mezza Moon

Hay Diddle Diddle

When I was young, we always referred to the Quarter Moon or Mezza Luna as the Toenail Moon since it looked like a clipped toenail. Sometimes it was just a sliver and other times as much as a quarter.

My earliest recollections are of the nursery rhyme, “Hey Diddle, Diddle,” which was a silly poem about the cow jumping over the moon. Apparently, the silliness made it stick in my head for the past seventy years. Can you still quote it word for word? I am sure you can!

Quarter moon waxing

jumping over Winter’s moon.

Cows stay in the barn


Illustration book cover from bing images!

Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone asked us to write a Monday Haibun with reference to the Mezza Luna or Quarter Moon. This one took me back to my childhood and the Nursery Rhymes read to me back then.

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Creating Pearls

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Creating Pearls



Friction rubbed just the right way

Lights a fire


No match lights without friction

Unchallenged, the mind goes blank



Confrontation of life’s pain

Inspiration’s fuel


Words stream waiting to be heard

Verbal screams inked on a page



Lights a painful fire

When rubbed the right way


Creating a lovely flame

No true pleasure without pain


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

When I read Bartholomew Barker’s post “Last Match” it immediately triggered my thoughts of a spinoff that describes how we create great poetry. I decided to use a chain of Tankas.

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Fraiku: Last Match | Bartholomew Barker, Poet (

We Can’t Help Ourselves

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Perhaps we should be more like the pear tree

Eager to show itself in first taste of winter warmth

Enduring the cold dark days knowing in time…

The exact time, we will open joyfully for all to see


Or maybe like the daffodils impatient for winter’s end

Emerging in the cold dark light of a translucent sun

Pushing up through the dead of winter with bold confidence

Overcoming the fear of the dark and of cold frosty fingers


Exuding yellow sunshine while pear blossoms shine overhead

Rising in unmatched splendor reminding everyone to come out

Join together with us in choking off winter’s last raspy gasp…

in a glorious symphony of red buds, forsythias, and cherry blossoms


Our time is coming // to shine with unstoppable blooms of inspiration

Always filled with love waiting to burst forth when our time is right

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth


Painting the Canadian Rockies

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Painting memories

Family trips to the mountains

Parents gone / children grown


Camping together in tents

Watching trains wind through canyons

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Maligne Lake – Alberta Canada

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Painting and Photos: Dwight L. Roth

This painting is on a recycled canvas from the Habitat Restore where I volunteer. I cut the canvas off the frame and turned it over to get a smooth canvas to work on. I staple it back on and soak it to shrink it tight.

This will probably be the last very large canvas I will paint. It takes a lot of work and a lot of standing to get it done. It is hard on my muscles and joints.

Acapella Music


Acapella Music

Music was sweet and pure when I was a child

No “worldly” instruments with our Sunday Songs

Just sweet voices singing four-part harmony.

Now times have changed accompaniment abounds

But memories of four-part harmony still bring chills

To those of us us who were there.

Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a 44 word Quadrille using any form or the word music. When I was a child, back in the 1950s, I grew up in a conservative Mennonite church. In our church musical accompaniment was not permitted. It was great sitting in a church full of people singing four-part harmony. I still find it very soothing to my soul when I hear it. The song above was one that became a favorite in later years. It is known simply as 606, the number of the hymn book page where it was found.

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Losing Cruz

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This is Cruz, my niece’s dog. She had him for many years, but he developed some health issues that could not be treated. As his health declined, she realized she needed to let him go. So, with her permission I have created this post in his memory.

Losing Cruz

Through thick and thin

My loyal friend protector and companion

Shadowing me at every turn

I always find you there

When I am gone you wait patiently

Anticipating my return

Barking your greeting excitedly

When I walk through the door


Our walks and hikes we shared together

Seeking new adventures

Whether Vancouver streets or mountain climbs

I loved every minute being with you


But your time has come / I let you go

Through heartbreak, pain, and tears

Memories of you are always with me

And more love than you’ll know

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Photos: Jen Townsend

Love and Cherry Delight

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!”


“The way to keep a man’s heart is through his stomach!”

Love and Cherry Delight

I know she loves me…

She made me a cherry cheesecake for Valentine’s Day!

Red is the color of love, and for me it is cherries.

Made it for me against her better judgment…

because she loves me and knows it is my favorite.


Love is like that you know…

Makes one do things you wouldn’t ordinarily do.

When you get to be my age love sometimes comes

in unusual ways… such as cherry cheesecake.

Though she cringes at the thought of all those calories

she knows it won’t last long.


So, as she enjoys squares of dark chocolate,

I savor each bite

of that delectable cream cheese and cherries…

and love her dearly as the sweet taste of love

lingers on my tongue and in my heart.


I am a lucky man!

Photo: Dwight L.Roth

Today at d’Verse, Sanaa asked us to write a love poem for Valentine’s Day.

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