Faces of Europe
Meet on streets of Strasbourg, France
Summer’s heat shines down
Naked man cools off
Nations fly their flags proudly
Cathedral draws crowds
Streets of Strasbourg (Haiku)
Haikai
Halloween
Fall brings Full Moon
Raggedy Ann keeps distance
Halloween is here
Be smart … stay safe!
Happy Halloween
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Building on the Sand
Growing up in a Pastor’s family, I heard many Bible stories that told of the follies of men who put their trust in things that won’t sustain them. Proverbs talks of the fool and his folly. Jesus told parables of trusting in riches only to lose it all. He also told of the wise man who built his house on the rock while the foolish man built on the sand. Every time I go the the beach I am reminded of that story. Houses sit behind dunes, some up on stilts, and some right on the surf as this one does. It is just a matter of time before a hurricane comes and washes it all away.
Beach house on the edge
Fall hurricanes come roaring
Foolish man’s folly
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to write a poem of folly. This has so many ways it could be interpreted. I went back to my roots and my childhood stories in Sunday School for this one. Do you remember the song? How about the motions!? What fun memories!!
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Beware the Troll
Beware of the long-haired Old Troll who lives under the bridge, and frightens Trick or Treaters as they cross on Halloween night. Still feeling sore from Big Billy Goat’s but in the butt, he hides away picking on little children when their candy bags are full. As they trip trap across his bridge on the their way home, he rises from the shadows and snatches their candy. He does not care that they run off crying all the way home. Being an old mumble grumble troll, it will take more than candy to sweeten him up. So warn your children on Halloween night to stay away from Sleep Hollow, and the Old Trolls bridge, if they want to keep their sweets!
Hunter’s full moon shines
Ghosts and Goblins come knocking
Watch out for the Troll
Frank at d’Verse told us to write a Halloween Haibun. He said we could even write a fiction prose to go with it. So that is what I did. One for the Kiddos young and old. Enjoy!
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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
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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
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!!
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
