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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Victoria, at d’Verse Poets Pub, asked us to write a poem today with the word fire as our prompt.
Join us at: https://dversepoets.com
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Photo: From Facebook
Photo 2: Dwight L. Roth
Each evening we see the videos of the out of control fires in California. The latest one was started by someone with intent. The fire turned into a roaring inferno, destroying whole communities. The evil that was perpetrated on homeowners will take years to recover. The landscape will recover faster. Forgiveness comes with a price.
Painting and Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Franks Tassone challenged us to remember the wild fires burning in the West. Ironically the fire referred to as “Holy Fire” is the one started by arson . We are to do a Haikai poem that uses or eludes to the word fire. I did a spinoff on this by looking at the way this fire might affect those who are victims of the damage it caused and the deaths that resulted, and how the Holy Fire of the Spirit is the only thing that will bring forgiveness.
Come join in at: https://frankjtassone.com/2018/08/11/haikai-challenge-46-8-11-18-fire-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
Three Day Quote challenge #1
Three Day Quote Challenge
“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out.
It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.
We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”
― Albert Schweitzer
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I would like to thank Kiniwana for nominating me for the Three Day Quote Challenge.
https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/
Today I am nominating:
https://abettermandotblog.wordpress.com/
https://selvansights.com/
https://thedaysremembered.wordpress.com/
Rules: (should you choose to accept this challenge)
Thanks the person who nominated you.
Post a quote every day for three consecutive days
Nominate three others each day
The old red Farmall M
sits idly in the field
Not shiny red,
but still
its engine roars
like fifty Harleys
passing by
Shotgun cracks
shoot fire into the sky
Grandson and Grandpa
enjoy the flame
that blows out its pipe
with every crack
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Farmall M Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today Dee asked to write a Quadrille for d’Verse Poetry Pub and use the word fire in in it. This old tractor holds a lot of nostalgia for me. I drove one as a teen on my uncle’s farm for five summers. Now they are just show pieces for collectors.
Come join us at d’Verse: https://dversepoets.com/
Most of us think of music as something that is sung or played on and instrument. We may not be aware that there is music all around us. Music is the arrangement and production of sounds and tones with unity and continuity. This poem shares all of the sounds around us that we might take for granted that have a musical quality to them. I did the painting above to show that music has movement and flow throughout.
Nature’s Music in the Key of G
Ebb and flow creating music for our ears
Oceans rolling gently onto a sandy beach
Crashing waves revealing the power of nature
Washes away anything in its path
A bubbling stream rolls over the rocks
Flowing in harmony with wind and birds
Listen to the rain beating down on a tin roof
Nature’s washboard of Cajun rhythms
Now and then a percussion clap of thunder
Punctuating the music with a boom
As flashes of the ELO lights the stage
The rustle of snare drum leaves
Playing to sandy perfection under it all
Rising and falling as the wind conducts
Little wrens with piccolo voices
Add harmonic pitches to the production
The cold snowy winds of December
Whistle as they sneak ‘round our porch
Playing against the crackling fire
Licking the burning logs with smacking lips
So much music all around
The frogs on warm summer nights
Cicadas making their seventeen year debut
Cricket violins playing behind hearth stones
Wild geese honking
As they fly north to their summer homes
All bring their harmonies to the score
Blending in the ebb and flow
Of nature’s grand symphony in the key of G
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Painting of G Clef – Dwight L. Roth
Charcoal Remains
Devastation burns its way into my soul
How can I rebuild from these ashes my life
Everything’s up in smoke only charcoal remains
How can I survive this intense pain and loss
Where do I go from the depths of despair
My canvas of life lies before me
Charcoal a reminder to sketch a new picture
I work on that sketch and paint in days to come
A life full of color and beauty all around
Letting seeds of hope back in I paint
Wiping away the charcoal no trace of smoke
A paradigm shift from the life of fire and devastation
Charcoal remains but only for sketching
Bright dreams of hope live once more
Paintings: Dwight L. Roth
