The Cry of Haiti

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With all the disasters that keep happening around the world, the human spirit in its resilience keeps rising again and again. This is a tribute to that human spirit! 

The Cry of Haiti

1)Though the earth may shake us

and walls come tumbling down

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

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Together we will rise to face another day

To become more than we are now

To become more than we are now

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2)Though death surrounds us

and tears flow from our eyes

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

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Together we will rise to face another day

To become more than we are now

To become more than we are now

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3) Though our stomachs are empty

and sky over our heads

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

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Together we will rise to face another day

To become more than we are now

To become more than we are now

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4)With children dying

broken in the streets

Our hearts cry out in agony

Our hearts cry out in agony

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We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

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Together we will rise to face another day

To become more than we are now

To become more than we are now

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5Where are you God

in all this tragedy

How will you heal my broken soul

How will you heal my broken soul

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We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

We’re brothers and sisters in our pain

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Together we will rise to face another day

To become more than we are now

To become more than we are now

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Ingrid asked us to consider the oral poetry, the poetry of the spoken word passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth. She asked us to write a poem with that feel by speaking the verses and then writing them down. The more I thought about it, the more I kept coming back to a song I wrote in this manner, after the first devastating earthquake that hit Port O Prince a few years ago. And then again, this year, another one hit in Haiti, causing death and destruction. And now, we just had Hurricane Ida come roaring from the gulf and bringing devastation to Louisiana this week. This is a tribute to the human spirit!

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Persephone’s Marks

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Trees tell their stories

written with green and red ink.

Leaves of history long forgotten…

as Persephone comes and goes,

get trampled under foot after each season.

But, her promised return

instills a flicker of hope in our hearts.

Each year a ring of life is added…

a library of tales from summers past

when growth was fat or lean…

only told by the rings inside.

Until they die, they remain unseen!!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Sarah asked us to write a poem from Greek Mythology that included some aspect of Persephone and her comings and goings to Hades in the underworld. The myth is that when she comes she brings spring and summer for six months, but when she goes, everything dies and remains so for six months. I thought trees are a great way to illustrate that by observing their rings.

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A Bud of Hope

At the base of each drying leaf

Is a bud full of life and potential

Waiting patiently for summer’s heat

Or winter’s cold to pass

Knowing Spring will bring renewal

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Remember…

Behind all that crushes you

Makes you feel devastated

Hopeless and distraught

Lies a bud of strength and potential

The creator’s promised hope

Waiting for you to recognize

That your spring has arrived

Once more

Photo: Dwighr L. Roth

When My Spirit Rises

This week my childhood friend and his wife lost their middle-age son to cancer. I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose a child. As I share in their sorrow, I wanted to share this poem that I have posted a few times before. It expresses my understanding of what it is like to pass on from this life to the next.

When my spirit rises

Unencumbered and free

No weight or worry accompanies me

Interesting that I value things

When in the end the spirit flies

Leaving them all behind

How much I worry and fret

But this too shall pass when I am gone

My spirit rises out of this shell

A virtual butterfly reborn

From caterpillar to chrysalis

Reborn in the image of God

Spirit Creator Redeemer Savior

Knowing there is no place for the earthly

In the spirit world beyond

I can’t take it with me

But then again… Why would I want to

When my spirit rises

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Crossing Over (flash fiction)

The old man lay on his death bed waiting for his last breath. Only his wife of sixty years remained with him in this lonely hour.

“We have had a great life together,” Catherine whispered to him as his eyes opened and then closed.

The old man half smiled and tried to nod his head.

“I will miss you my dear, but your time has come to cross over.”

Catherine’s mind wandered as she contemplated his passing…

“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”

“As your soul becomes one with the universe, the thought of beginnings and endings will be no more. The spirit of creation will carry you into the joy of your existence; beyond all that you could ask or think!”

His breathing became more shallow. She held his hand, as John drew his last breath.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, we are doing Prosery (flash fiction of exactly 144 words). Merril has chosen a line from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.” The line must be included in our story.

The line is: “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”

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Rising From the Ashes

As we move back to our new normal, we think of so many who did not survive the pandemic or 2020. Family members and friends were included in the death toll. These blips in time have happened since the beginning of time. The human spirit always rises to meet the challenge. Sadly not all survive, but those of us who do go on, more aware than before of our fragile mortality realizing how quickly life can change.

From death’s dark ashes

Rise to live another day

Mourning those we loved

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Friends in Low Places – published

I am pleased to announce that my poem Friends in Low Places was chosen to be a part of the North Carolina Bards 2021 poetry anthology.

You can see more details here:

North Carolina Bards 2021 Preorders – Local Gems Press (localgemspoetrypress.com)

It seems it would be a good Memorial Day tribute as well!

Friends in Low Places

Dwight L. Roth

Today I walked through the cemetery of my childhood

thinking

of all life stories encapsulated there.

Friends and neighbors

inscribed on these stones;

A card catalog

of stories one can no longer check out.

Ancestries long buried in dust

some lost in time;

Yet, the stones live on

calling for recognition from the living.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Lilacs Still Bloom

One of my mom’s favorite flowers was the sweet smelling lilac that grew near our driveway. I planted this bush to remind me of her. It is hard to imagine that it is fourteen years since she passed away. Her memory is always with me in so many little ways.

Mother’s Day

Memories of Mom linger sweet

Lilacs bloom each Spring

Photo’s Dwight L. Roth

Staying Alive

Death reigns on the evening news, as we are shown reports of more police shootings. Marches and protests follow, as blame is passed and opinions are drawn on both sides. It disturbs me greatly to see this happen over and over again. Sadly, it seems to me, no one mentions the one thing that could have prevented many of these deaths from happening.

Tragic death lingers

Daily on the evening news

Trial by media

~ as accusations fly~

Sadly no one speaks

of what could keep them alive

Co-operation

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This is my second Puente (bridge poem) for d’Verse Poets Pub. I have connected two senyru poems with a bridge line in the middle.

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