Seek prosperity
above good relationships
Wealth flies out the window
Die alone without either
Serve others… be loved
Be remembered
for how you made them feel
That is true wealth
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Lasting Wealth
being remembered
Truth Telling
Art is often unappreciated till the artist is long dead.
By then a new generation who reads and hears
or looks and sees values the beauty others missed.
Artists paint and poets write their understanding of truth
in hopes that it will resonate with another soul.
Words bring light in a dark night of disillusionment.
Truth is often ignored, denied, or rejected
So we wrap it in enticing words that draw you in
then lay it out with arrows that gently pierce your soul;
Hoping that a few will stick long enough to make a difference.
~Dwight L. Roth`
Painting : Dwight L. Roth
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This sums up why we write and create art…
“Posterity may even, will likely even, forget us entirely. And yet, we are writing. And we are, for the purposes of this discussion at least, thinking about writing something of immediate force that might remain relevant to the future.” ~ Czeslaw Milosz
Quote taken from: the Poetry Foundation
ESSAY
Tell It Slant
How to write a wise poem.
Leaving Our Mark
I believe most of us want to be remembered after we are gone. At least we hope our family will remember us for the short term. Perhaps some of our grandchildren will dig up a little of our past history, but we all know that after two or three generations what we thought were lasting impressions will have faded away. This is why it is so important to write our memoirs. They might sit on a shelf for fifty years, but at least they are there if someone in the future wants to get a glimpse of who we were and what we believed.
Our Mark
Raindrops overnight surf falling leaves
Landing in the yard pasting to the driveway
Nipped by overnight frostbite they lay
Beautiful accents of brown and gray
On winds late-day
Leaves take their leave from the pavement
Visiting our neighbor’s yard instead
Imprints marking the concrete where lain
Tattooed fossils of rib and vein
Beautiful reminders not seen again
Just like us taking our leave of life
Having left our mark imprinted
On the lives we’ve touched
To be remembered in detail for a time
Only too soon we fade from the minds
As others make their mark
In our place and their time
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Reposted
Our Mark
Over the centuries, people have wished to become immortalized in time for generations to come. But in reality, even the greatest eventually are lost in the future. Kings, presidents, heroes, inventors, athletes, and yes, even the Kardashians will be forgotten in the future. We are here, we make our mark and then leave the future to our children and grandchildren. Our mark remains in them for a while and then is gone, only to be glanced at from time to time by future generations. What kind of mark are you making?
Our Mark
Raindrops overnight surf falling leaves
Landing in the yard pasting to the drive
Nipped by overnight frostbite they lay
Beautiful accents of brown and gray
On winds late-day
Leaves take their leave from the pavement
Visiting our neighbor’s yard instead
Imprints marking the concrete where lain
Tattooed fossils of rib and vein
Beautiful reminders not seen again
Just like us taking leave of life
Having left our mark imprinted
On the lives we’ve touched
Remembered in detail for a time
Only too soon we fade from their minds
As others make their mark
In our place and their time
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
