Patience…Nature’s Rule

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Patience… Nature’s Rule  (a Hai bun)

In our world, we bow down and worship instant gratification. We find the opposite is true with nature. Since time began, nature has been patiently going through its annual cycles and seasons.

The book of Ecclesiastes tells us there is a time and a season for everything, a time for every purpose under heaven. Nature teaches us to be patient and wait for the right moment. The buds sitting in each joint wait for the sun, rain, and light to be exactly in sync before opening.

Sometimes we think we must make things happen in our life instead of waiting for the time to be right. Rushing things usually ends in disaster. The prophet Isaiah tells us, Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength.  There is a lot of wisdom in waiting for the right time to bloom. You will know when everything is in sync and the time is right.

Stump of each dry leaf

A bud full of potential

Waiting patiently

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Victoria Slotto Kicked off our week with Haibun Monday—No Ko Me—Tree Buds

“In Japanese the word pending is implied in the Kigo, No Ko Me--tree buds. The bud holds so much potential, the possibility of the tree becoming all that is was created to be.”

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Paradigm Shift

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Co-dependence can be very destructive to relationships. In marriage, when one partner expects their partner to fit into their plans and their schedule, it isn’t long before tension and conflicts develop. For the co-dependent partner it is a major paradigm shift to learn to live with, but somewhat independent of the other person. Today at d’Verse, Amaya is asking us to write a Pentimento poem, which derives from the Italian meaning  for repentance. It is to show how one can change their way of thinking in a way that makes life more positive for all. This is my story.

Paradigm Shift

Committed for life// together we stood

Taking our vows that day

Smiles on our face // stars in our eyes

When opposites commit,  fire sometimes flies.

One holds on the other wants space

A head on collision in the race

Trains not always riding on the same tracks

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Co-dependence can be overwhelming

I thought togetherness meant doing everything together

I learned independence is sometimes better

Struggling // I pushed off on my own

Not always expecting reciprocation.

Creativity emerged I had not expected

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Life is much better now that I’ve reflected

Togetherness may mean riding parallel tracks

Commitment may mean traveling in the same direction…

Leaving co-dependence behind…

Maintaining each ones identity and self-worth

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Itchy

When I was a boy, I spent many hours running through the woods behind our house. My friend Henry and I watched episodes of The Lone Ranger, and then head for the woods to pretend we were the real thing. It was great fun, but sometimes we got off the beaten paths and into the green leaves of poison ivy beside the trails. By the next morning I would be scratching my ankles and between my toes. If the oil from the leaves got on our face it could swell our face and might require a doctors visit. Most of the time we simply rubbed on pink calamine lotion and kept on playing.

The song above by the Coasters came out in the fifties. With its catchy lines it became a song you could not get out of your head once you heard it. I have always enjoyed hearing the famous hook, “Poison I—vy, Poison I—-vy… Late at night while you’re sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around.? I am not sure exactly what the real meaning of the song is since it could be interpreted in a couple of different ways.  Be sure to listen to the clip above, for a taste of fifties music, and see what you think?

Poison Ivy

Barefoot boys running on rabbit trails

Chasing imaginary figures into the woods

Cowboys and Indians running wild

So much fun to run and hide

Pearl handled six-shooters and homemade rifles

All played a part in our virtual reality games

We were Daniel Boone and Davy Crocket

Crouching in the leaves behind a fallen tree.

That green three clustered foliage didn’t worry us

By morning night dreams turned to itchy nightmares.

Late at night while we’re sleeping 

Poison Ivy came a creepin’ around…”

Blisters and red bumps covered our toes

Even had a few bumps on our nose

Mom brought the bottle of Pepto-pink liquid

Calamine lotion spread over it all like jam

Didn’t seem to help too much at the time

It still had to run its itchy course

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Poison Ivy song: Youtube clip from the Coasters

Our prompt from Bjorn today was to write a poem including a poisonous plant in our poem. Come join us at d’Verse~Poetry Pub and see what everyone is doing.

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Remembering

Dwight and Ruth's engagement photos (2)

Remembering

Jill Lyman, guest host at d’Verse~Poetry Pub, challenged us to write a response poem to a poem of our choosing. I chose With Music by Helen Hay Whitney.

My sister sent me this poem a while back, and as I read it I thought, “How sad that her memories of love were faded into some dim yesterday that she could barley remember.”

I remember my own experience 48 years later like it was yesterday. So, I rewrote my version of the poem and sent it back to her.

      With Music

By Helen Hay Whitney

Dear, did we meet in some dim yesterday?

    I half remember how the birds were mute

    Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit,

And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay

In early twilight; faintly, far away,

    Came lovely sounds adrift from silver lute,

    With answered echoes of an airy flute,

While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.

Her violet eyes were sweet with mystery.

     You looked in mine, the music rose and fell

 Like little, lisping laughter of the sea;

      Our souls were barks, wind-wafted from the shore-

      Gold cup, a rose, a ruby, who can tell?

      Soft-music ceases-I recall no more. 

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Public Domain

“With Music” was published in “Sonnets and Songs”

 (Harper & Brothers Publishers, 1905).          

Found on the web site:

https://www.azcentral.com/story/opinion/blogs/educationitself/2015/09/18/music-helen-hay-whitney/72409238/

 

                Under the Ziegler Oak

        Dwight L. Roth

Yes dear, we did meet in some clear yesterday?

I distinctly remember how the cool breezes blew

Among green grass and shade of our oak,

And on the grass, beside the tree, we lay

In early twilight; faintly, overhead,

Came lovely sounds adrift from the mocking bird above,

With answered echoes of a scolding blue jay,

While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.

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Her Brown eyes were sweet with innocent mystery.

You looked in mine, as the music rose and fell

Like little, lisping melodies of the sea;

Our souls were joined, our voices in harmony rose—

Golden words, a note, a line, who can tell?

Soft—music rising—I recall it all.

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