Pool Party

When it is 100 F in the sun, there is nothing like jumping into the pool to cool off. My cute little sparrows frolicked in this plateful of water I put on my deck rail for them. The had so much fun splashing over and over again. It was a delight to watch!

Poetry in motion

Sparrows’ pool party gets wild

Temps soar to 100 F

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Herringbone

I’ve been told that the largest sex organ in the body is your brain. Hooked on dopamine naturally flowing in my blood, I have found this to be true. Without the brain game everything else falls flat. As I think back on our days during mid-life, many wonderful memories come to mind. Fantasy and imagination are wonderfully erotic. Sharing this with the one I love has been an experience like no other.

Heat of passion burns

Wearing gold herring bone necklace

And nothing more

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Saana asked us to consider erotic poetry in literature. She asked us to try our hand at writing a classy erotic poem. I decided to do a Haibun that recounts a favorite image and memory for me. I took this photo many years ago. It has long since faded to orange, so I changed it to black and white.

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Head Banging

Watching change taking place in my lifetime makes me conclude that it doesn’t happen quickly. Seems like paradigm shifts are happening all around, demanding immediate changes in society. History shows us it may take awhile.

Ocean’s white head slams

Against solid rocks of time

Change happens slowly

White foam creates a big splash

Hard heads take time to erode

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

How is Your Day

I saw this cute little guy sitting on my bird feeder a couple of weeks ago. He’s a young one with only half his molting feathers. Rather scruffy and hot it seems. Then again, I think we would all look a bit scruffy in this extreme summer heat!

Little Wren panting

Think you are having a bad day

It’s 98 F

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Clown Eyes

Little green tree frog

Clowning on my sliding door

Cute Clown eyes peaking

Out of the blue … lightning strikes!

Eyes bulge to tenth the power!!

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse. Lisa asked us to write a poem using the word Clown. I have no first hand knowledge of Clowns, so I decided to clown around with my poem which I wrote in Tanka form. Hope it makes you smile!

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Fading Fast

Summer temperatures in the 90s F have kept us inside. Covid-19 all around us has taken the lives of thousands. Being in the high risk age group it does make me wonder how all this will play out. So far we have been in good health, but we realize that could change rather quickly. We go on with our life taking precautions, wearing masks, and using common sense.

Dried in summer heat

Many around me dropping

Still showing color

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Come Fly With Me

Stamp Art – Dwight L. Roth

Any other summer, but this one, planes would be packed to the max with passengers traveling to destinations all over the world. This summer we can only dream or reflect on places we have already been due to Covid-19. I made this stamp art piece a couple of years ago thinking the sky was the limit and we could go anywhere we chose.

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Summer heat is here

And so are we // stuck at home

Hoping fog clears soon

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Dreaming of destinations

Singing “Fly Me to the Moon”

Tears of the Moon – Dwigth L. Roth

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The Knocker

 

The door of the Cologne Cathedral has some interesting symbolic symbols. The ornate brass knocker is a lion’s head, The lion symbol of strength goes deep in the Jewish tradition as the “Lion of Judah,” and is carried on in the Christian faith in the book of Revelation.  The door handle was very unique as well with the bird’s body and a man’s head. I am guessing it might be the head of St. Francis, who was said to be a friend to the animals and birds. Even the old Key hole and lock is symbolic. The early Apostles were told they would receive the keys to the Kingdom of God.  Perhaps that is what is represented here.

Brass Lion opens

door of a place of refuge

Summer brings tourists

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Celebrating Moments in Time

My father-in-law turned 90 a few years ago and his family and long time friends gathered in his care facility to celebrate. He enjoyed it all very much, especially the cake and ice cream.  It was a wonderful time that we will long remember, although he only remembered for the moment.  Some might wonder why go all out if he won’t remember that it happened.  I believe that although he was not able to remember, the effects on his well being lasted much longer.  The goal for someone in Alzheimer’s is to create moments that make them feel alive now, and tomorrow they will still feel better, even if they do not know why. Time with loved ones is never wasted.

We celebrated

Ninety years of connections

Winter closing in

Chocolate cake enjoyed

A very special moment

Birch trees pushing buds

Photos; Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse we are celebrating birthdays. Kim asked write about a special birthday we remembered. I don’t remember any special birthday parties that I had as a child.  I decided to write about our last birthday party for my father-in-law who lived at Lifestyles Care Facility in Edmonton, AB. It was a great day for all.

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Little Buddy

In this pandemic, “Little Buddy” is the only one still running the rat race every day. Our son got us a robo-vac machine for Christmas. It is an interesting gadget that runs all over the house and cleans the floors.  It took us awhile to get figured out, but with the help of our grandson we found we could manipulate it quite well.

We have personified it to the point of actually talking to it when it doesn’t do what we want, or gets stuck under the entertainment center. It comes on every morning at ten-thirty, shocking us with a start-up beep. It does get places we don’t normally reach, such as under the beds and furniture. He fills up with dust and lint every day.  It has now become the third member of the family!!

Little Buddy beeps

Waking up from quiet sleep

Runs around the house

Collecting dust as he creeps

Squealing for our help

Wrapped tightly in a light cord

We get him unwound

Down the hall    he’s bedroom bound

Gathering dust balls

In places we can’t reach

Then its home again

For a recharge and a sleep

Wakes in the morning

With that same loud beep

Photos: Dwight L. Roth