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

What Lies Beneath

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Invisible lines
Demarcations of the heart
Oblivious to some
Rigidly held by others
Impositions for many
Deadly for others
Marked // labeled // branded for life
Cast systems remain
Rivers of entitlement
Flow just beneath the surface
Paradigm shift starts
Parana of injustice
Caught from time to time

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

I used a repeated Tanka format for this poem.

Rusting Memories

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John Deere Disc Plow sits
Rusting  // memories long gone
Iron and steel recalls
Plowing raw earth deep furrows
Bringing up sharp arrowheads
musket balls and bones
of soldiers // soon forgotten
Blood // mixed with red clay

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Photos: Taken at Wesley Chapel, NC   –  Dwight L. Roth

Flight of the Bumblebee

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This morning I saw that the bumblebees were enjoying my mint tea that has gone to seed. Like many other things, when summer comes it grows flower tops and makes seeds.  I was planning to cut it back in hopes of getting more fresh green stalks, but I put it off and now it is food for the bumblebees!
Bumblebees flitting
Mint flowers’ summer blossoms
Drinking Sweet Mint Tea

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Click and enjoy the music…

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Morning Bursts Forth

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Morning bursts forth in all its radiant glory.
I peer into the dark sheltered woods
highlighting the trees dancing on flowers.
Stepping stones draw me to the trees;
To the mysterious woods // sheltering the creek
turning to mush in summer’s heat.
Frogs buried in the mud keep cool
sending out their sharp croaks // calling for someone to hear.
Morning breezes soon shift to a sauna of heat and humidity;
But for now// the glorious morning rests on the yellow buttercups.
Orange day lilies bathed in the sunlight reach toward the heavens;
Calling me to come join them…
In the exhilaration of the beckoning day

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Today’s Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Growing Tomatoes in a Can

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This year I tried something different that has worked very well. When I planted my tomatoes, I took coffee cans with the bottom cut out and put one around each tomato plant. As They grew I added garden soil to the can until it was about a third full. By using the cans, it seemed to keep the ground insects away and focused the water straight onto the roots.  I use rain barrels to collect water from my house roof for watering. Every two or three days, I fill the can almost full and let it perk down into the ground. No need to water all around. You can see the results!
Tomatoes thriving
Focused water brings on fruit
Bumper crop this year

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Do Black Lives Really Matter?

This week the news has been full of incidents where shootings have taken the lives of adults and children in the Black community.  It was so sad to watch a mother in Chicago crying for her young child, who was shot killed in their car.  Or the young boy who was organizing and effort for Black Lives Matter, only to be shot and killed by crossfire from persons shooting at each other.  Why do we turn a blind eye when black people kill each other, but march in the streets if a black person dies in police custody.  Seems there is a major disconnect here.

10-Year-Old Girl Dies After Being Hit By Stray Bullet In Logan Square

Who raises a voice in protest

for the young girl who was hit in the head

by a stray bullet in her front yard // caught crossfire?

Who stands in protest for the mother

whose car was ambushed and shot up

killing her one year old child

Who carries a sign for the young

boy who hoped to make a difference,

but instead was shot by a stray bullet

Who calls for change when gunshots

ring out in a crowd in *Charlotte

killing two and wounding eleven victims last week

Or again today, as more shots were fired

and more lives lost …

Only to receive passing mention on

the evening news.

Do Black Lives Matter

When they are taken by their own?

Who is willing to take a stand

To say enough is enough?

As mothers cry for their children!

I say enough is enough!

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Six children were killed over the 4th of July weekend!

https://amp.cnn.com/cnn/2020/07/06/us/children-killed-holiday-weekend/index.html

*We have had 55 homicides here in Charlotte this year!

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/rickey-smiley-s-teen-daughter-shot-multiple-times-in-alleged-road-rage-incident/ar-BB16pMoq?ocid=msedgdhp

https://www.eonline.com/us/news/1165333/pop-lock-drop-it-rapper-huey-dead-at-32-after-fatal-shooting

 

 

Life is a Poem

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Life is a Poem
Everything in life is a poem waiting to be written.
Most do not hear the poets call or feel the inspiration
But for those who look and listen there is music ;
poems to be written // deep emotions to be felt
that can only be expressed in words.

 

Those who pause // make life stand still
and open their soul …
They understand it loud and clear.
as words resonate // echoing through the mind

 

Poets are like pleasant speed bumps
that slow you down and make you listen;
Sometimes giving you a big jolt
When you least expect it.

 

Poets are fearless prophets // writing of love and hate
Politics and Religion // joy and strength;
Raising consciousness //challenging norms;
Searching for words that express Truth
Bringing Light to the world.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Inspired by Charlie’s poem “Just Beneath the surface”

https://lifeinportofino.wordpress.com/2017/08/02/just-beneath-the-surface/

Hot, Hot, Hot

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Temperatures to day were in the mid 90 F here in North Carolina. You know it is hot when the squirrel is stretched out on my chair in the shade and I am sitting inside with the AC running!
Midsummer heat wave
Squirrel and I try to keep cool
No showers in sight

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

 

Bottom Leaf

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In an everchanging world, I find myself struggling with the way in which things are moving! Life goes on whether I want to come along or not. As I watch the struggles of social groups and see the injustice that has long plagued our country’s history, I wonder where we are headed.  History like politics has very dark times. We can embrace it, be offended by it,  or attempt to deny it, but it will always be there.  As the next generation comes on, I hope they learn from history instead of repeating it.  I pray that we can all learn to live with each other, allowing for our differences in values and beliefs without feeling like we need to impose ours upon everyone around us. Uniqueness has always been our strength!
Sometimes I feel like the bottom leaf of a plant
Birthed from seed // providing sustenance for a time;
Now eclipsed by more recent growth rising above…
Providing new solar sources to feed from…

 

Obsolete // no longer making that much difference.
Never meant to shine or blossom // I’ve done my job…
Supporting // nurturing new growth and change;

 

Yet, now that life has grown beyond me,
I am here // drying up at the bottom of the stalk
while growth and reproduction of values and thought
happens above me // in a world very different from mine.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth