Unique

Some don’t fit the norm

Expectations run deep;

Thinking all should look exactly the same

Full of petals // one upon another

But what of the ones who don’t fit that form

With petals fragile and few // spread open wide

Some mutations occur without warning

Does it make them of less value or less beauty?

No // beauty doesn’t come in just one size and shape

Uniqueness brings a beauty all its own

 

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Rich Impressions

Down the street at 1033
red hibiscus flowers grow;
Climbing up the mailbox post…
Putting out blooms for a day
before wilting away.
Rich red hues in morning sunshine…
show the world that one day of beauty
is enough to remember for a lifetime!

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Kim asked us to think about the many ways we us the word rich in our everyday life. We were to choose one of the definitions and write a Quadrille of 44 words.

Shades of White

Shades of fragile white

Purity shines from the heart

Soft petals open

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Water in Living Color

Overnight showers

Turn rain to living color

Beauty all around

iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Linda at d’Verse asked us to write a poem showing the significance of water.  Last night’s rain showers left traces of water droplets on my beautiful volunteer flowers that came up along my front walk. I could not resist taking a few photos.

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Full Bloom

Poetry without words!

The Northeast is getting hit with another winter snowstorm today! Further south the situation is quite different. Daffodils are now in full bloom and flowering pear trees are try to open up. They will be blooming by Sunday when it is going to be 74 F in North Carolina. Here are a set of photos showing the beautiful blooms around my home. Perhaps this will give those of you locked in the winter storm hope for an early spring!

 

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Beauty at the Edge of Night

 

Summer sun falls low
Beauty from the edge of night…
Power lines humming

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Memories of Summer

Fragile wings glowing

Butterflies sucking nectar

Summer memories

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

When I Hear Birds Sing

I sit amazed that each one knows their tune
Always on pitch they sing from morn till noon.
Perhaps birds love singing only one song;
Unending melody //making her swoon.

But how does a bird hatched out of an egg?
Know what tune to sing on their tiny legs?
And why don’t they try another’s sweet song?
Getting mixed up //and from another begs

I think bird melodies are meant to blend.
Like flutes in a symphony // all join in;
With harmonized beauty they sing their song.
Each plays a part // sweet symphony begins

Today we are experimenting with writing rubaiyats with our d’Verse group. Frank is our host and asked us to write one using the one of the forms suggested.
A single ruba’i is a quatrain, a poem of four lines. If there is a collection of more than one quatrain, it is called a rubaiyat, This is what Edward FitzGerald titled his 1859 translation of Omar Khayyam’s quatrains. The pattern can be AABA or AAAA.
I am using the first pattern in my poem.
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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Fall Fashions

I find it interesting the styles and fashions I remember from the sixties and seventies are coming back again. Dark-rimmed glasses, plaids, bell-bottoms, afros, olive green houses etc., are making their rounds. Maybe we should be like nature and bring back the most beautiful colors over and over again, for each season year round.

Nature’s Fall Fashions
Same bright colors every year
Cardinals dress in red

 

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Nothing Lost in Translation

Words, as powerful as they are,  lack something when translated. Earlier this week there was a discussion at d’Verse Poetry Pub about the difficulty in translating poetry from one language to another. To me, it is almost impossible to translate accurately even when getting all the words correct. In some instances there are no words to translate an expression of a given language. When it comes to nature…

Nothing is Lost in Translation

They say, “A picture is worth a thousand words!”

Which shows that only words

    can be lost in translation

But the best poetry of all is nature in full array

A sunset //a mountain vista // a flower in bloom

In the poetry of God // nothing is lost in translation

 

 

Photos: Dwight L. Roth