Kaleidoscope of the Soul

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This poem evolved from the poem I posted yesterday. An added inspiration!
Imagination… a kaleidoscope of the soul
Drawn from the depths of body soul and spirit
Living colors flowing forth
in music, painting, and written word;
Reshaping the matter of the mind
Like sourdough starter in the bread
Rising to become delectable morsels
for others to enjoy and be inspired

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Stain-Glass from Strasbourg Cathedral


Rocking Chair Education

Mr. Ed and Me

On my last job, managing a siding warehouse, I met Mr. Ed. He was a fine gentleman of a generation gone by. He was our driver and delivery person. We found a lot in common and in between trips sat in rocking chairs talking about a little bit of everything. He came down with pneumonia and died the last year I worked there. It was a great loss for all of us.

I learned a lot there

sitting in a rocking chair

listening to age

speaking wisdom and knowledge

into my mind and my soul


Thank you Mr. Ed

Painting of me and Mr. Ed: Dwight L. Roth


Cutting Art

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Recycled old saw

Dull teeth will never  be sharp

A paradigm shift

Steel blade now a work of art

Blending rust with the ocean


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I finished painting these scenes today on an old saw from Habitat Restore.  Both scenes are on one saw; one scene on each side. This is a fun way to repurpose old saws that would otherwise be discarded.


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I found this old photo of my grandmother and her children. It was really worn and had some damage, but it still showed the personalities and character of each one. My father was the youngest and is on the far left in the picture. Sadly the oldest son was killed in a car wreck at the age of 21. A couple of years ago I did a painting of my father’s homeplace at the edge of Allensville, Pennsylvania, which you can see below. A number of improvements were made since the first photo was taken almost a hundred years ago.

Grandma Roth raising
four young children on their farm
A strong-willed woman
Providing for her family
Hardworking husband cared for

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth


Relics of the Past


Covered bridges, built to last, covered may streams and rivers in past generations. Now they are just relics of the past, preserved to be admired by future generations.  The construction of the bridges was amazing. Planks and timbers were cut with precision and fitted together creating both beauty and strength.

I painted this bridge a few years ago to illustrate these great landmarks of the past.

Enduring all kinds

of weather // lasting beauty

Wooden covered bridge





Art is the truth that cuts to the heart

Revealing the very nature of ourselves

Be it both good and evil


Art is the expression of the soul

That breaths life into a brush full of paint

Or notes onto a staff of lines and spaces


Art is the primal scream of the heart

Broken // shattered // lost in remorse

Knowing nothing will ever be the same


Art is the graffiti on the walls // the train cars // the body

Crying out to be noticed //stories to tell

Healing sought in spray cans and needles


Art is the music of the soul breathing notes

Melodies and rhymes // a symbiotic flow

Transcending time and space


Art is the poem from the heart of the poet

Prophetic expressions of love // hate // fear

Conjuring up feelings from deep within

Erupting onto paper and screen

With an unstoppable flow


Art is what makes sense of chaos

Transcending war and pain

Gives hope to undying dreams within

One’s soul  // telling us to keep on


Art is the adhesion that keeps society bonded

Brings us to laughter and tears

Unifies and draws us together in love

Art is who we are…


Eagle Painting: Dwight L. Roth



The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.

– Elie Wiesel



Give me comfort not truth

In a world lacking love

It is not that we need less hate

It is that we need less indifference


Some like my art others don’t

No one calls it ugly to my face

They just ignore it with indifference


When my poetry speaks of faith

Writing what I believe

No one calls it heresy

The just ignore it with indifference


Exploring ideas of life and death

Serious stuff to many

Others simply think it’s the end

So they regard their death with indifference


On our d’Verse Poetry Pub today, Amaya challenged us to choose a famous quote that speaks to issues we face in our world, and incorporate it into a poem of our own creation. This one really took me out of my box, but I finally came up with this interpretation of a favorite quote of mine from Holocaust Survivor, Eli Wiesel’.

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

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Illusions of Truth



Life a series of abstract images

Some realistic some absurd

Reality eludes the ideologist

Illusions of truth plague the pragmatist

Do we seek the photo image

Or blurred lines of enhanced color

Abstractions of truth stand alone

In the minds of all who follow

Distortions also stand alone

In media and pulpit

Abstraction better left

To paint slingers and sculptors

Leaving voyeurs of truth

To speculate on what they perceive

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Paintings: Dwight L. Roth

Coffee & Love

Coffee and Love

As I take one last sip

Of morning coffee,

I think,

how similar

it is

to romantic love.

Steaming Hot!!

Enough to get burned

at the start.

Warm enough to enjoy

with added shots of Hot


Cooling down to tepid

when left set

too long unattended.

Heat and flavor’s gone…

Nothing left in the pot…

Throw out

What remains.

Perhaps brew a new pot…


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