Webbs Mill

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Back in the 1980s our family visited this old mill near Spring Hope, NC. Built along the Tar River, it was no longer in use, but remains a very stately building complex. For many years, it was the center of activity for the town. as farmers brought their grain to be ground. Now it sits idle and in recent years has begun deteriorate badly.
Grinding stones frozen in time
River never stops
Finding resistance in rocks
being shaped in riverbed
Mill remains still
Dying a peaceful death
in trees’ embrace

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Crowning Glory

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Years of nurishment

Rhododendron blooms purple

Crowning Glory

Each flower uniquely shines

Just like each of us

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You my dear surpass all others

Blooming beauty shines within

Love for all to share

Beautiful  gray hair reflects

Your outer Crowning Glory

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today’s poem is written as a Tanka, the third five line Japanese poetic form shared on d’Verse this week. .

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Tanka enjoys a long history in Japan. Originally known as waka (short song), the 5-line verse poem was the medium of literary exchange during the Heian era, the golden age of ancient Japanese culture. Courtiers and emperors alike composed them. Lovers would often share their devotion through the exchange of them.

The second stanza of the poem above reflects the true intent of the tanka.

 

Unfinished

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This painting caused me great frustration in getting the turtle to look right in the sand. As a result it remained unfinished. Finally, I simply redid the painting, keeping the moon and changing the scene from the beach to the mountains. I like the way it turned out.  A friend that I work with decided he wanted it, so now it has a good home.
Some things in life don’t
turn out the way you had planned
Time to change the scene
Rethink what is important
Recreate something you love

 

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Paintings: Dwight l. Roth

*The turtle lies at the point where the stream turns!

 

 

 

Convergence

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This beautiful stone railroad bridge at Mount Union, Pennsylvania has probably lasted a hundred years. Pennsylvania Railroad trains run along the Juniata River carrying coal and freight.  As I look back on this photo, taken on Rt. 521, I was struck by the beauty of the bridge, and then by the convergence of curved intersecting lines.  The guardrails, white and yellow lines,  and the road all pass through the stone arch of the bridge. Poetic beauty in the everyday infrastructure of our life.
Sweeping lines converge
Modes of travel intersect
Summer trains rumble
Wild bushes // green trees surround
hundred-year-old bridge of stone
Daily life goes on
Beauty taken for granted
River flows nearby
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Masters

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Masters

Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone offered to us two master poets. One was William Shakespear who was a prolific English poet and play-write. The second was the most revered Japanese poet Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉, 1644–1694), who introduced hokku which later became haiku poetry. Both men changed the world with their words. This is the goal of all of us who write. Our hope is that our words will shed light on the truth of the world around us in a way that has both present and lasting affect.

I write poems on my

journey with teacher Bashō

New beans sprouts today

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Such different poets

Shakespear and Bashō

Both pushing flowers

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Bashō visits Shakespear’s stage

So many words are spoken

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“All’s well that ends well”

What more needs to be spoken

Clear as fresh spring air

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Lost in endless lines of verse

Shakespear’s never ending voice

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Bashō speaks more with

less, like a set c-4 charge

Spring explodes

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I wrote my Haibun above, then added a few non-conformed haikai ranga verses following that give comparison of the two from Bashō’s perspective.

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Photos from d’Verse…

I See You in There!

 

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Do you ever feel like you are stuck in a Ponderosa Pine stump and can’t get out? Maybe all this staying at home, for who knows how long, will teach us what bears already know; how to hibernate and sleep through the down times! Hopefully we won’t stay as long as Rip Van Winkle. Even so, by the time we come back out the world will be a different place than the one we remember.

Smiling eye peaking

through the knot-hole in our tree

“Come out! It’s springtime!”

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The air is fresh // sky is blue

We miss your hugs Grandma

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Photo: Lara Z. Condon

Feeling Rejected

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On Good Friday Christians reflect on the death of Christ on the cross, and what his sacrifice means for us. The human side of Jesus suffered unspeakable physical pain. Some say that God will give you strength in your time of need. But it is my experience that when that time comes, it is very difficult to feel that presence. Even Jesus cried out on the cross, wondering why God had forsaken him in his darkest hour. Pain and rejection seem to be Siamese Twins! It is very hard to have your whole world collapse and not feel rejected. This is why it is so important to have persons who will walk with you and help you regain your perspective once more, understanding that God loves you even when you don’t feel it.

Dark night of the soul
Feelings rejection’s pain
Forsaken // alone
Stretched out on life’s cruel cross
Has God turned his face from us?
In His pain he cried
“My God, my God, why have
you forsaken me!?”
Feeling rejection’s pain
In that dark night of the soul

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Time and Perspective

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“A time for every purpose under heaven…”
A perspective for all of us to consider…

A time for thinking…
Seems everything moves but me
Watching trees turn green

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Tinnitus drowns cricket’s song
Tick-or-tape thoughts click on by…

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…Which time will it be for me?

Photo: Dwight L. Roth