Roses Still Bloom

Even after a couple of frosty November mornings and cold nights, my little rosebush keeps pushing out roses. It will not give up. A lesson for all of us!

Beyond the Mist

Beyond the mist the sun is smiling

Waiting for the fog to lift

The cool damp blanket of morning dew

Hanging on every stick

The flowers drink in the fluid of life

Standing shiny and slick

Lifting their petals in thanks to God

For the refreshing drink he gives


When the fog sets in and clouds your view

Accept it with gratitude

Consider it a time of healing

Before the sun bursts through

In those inner moments as things close in

Our view is not quite clear

Let faith grow strong and cement our bond

We know a new and better day is near

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Who Sings?

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“Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?”
When the cool morning mist rises over warm Autumn waters;
Is there really a song, if no one is there to hear the singing?
“Who sings in the deepest water in the abandon lagoon?”
Where humpback whales hide and play, hidden from people;
Calling with sonic voices in the depths of deep water.
“Who sings in the deepest waters of the abandon lagoon?”
Is it not a mother calling to her calf, to swim close alongside;
As she dips and dives, singing whale lullabies in morning sunshine?
“Who sings in the deepest waters of the abandon lagoon?”
Perhaps it’s the bones of whales whose songs from long ago;
Echo from the darkest depths, up into the dark waters
of the abandon lagoon!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

We just returned from spending a part of this past week on the Oregon Coast. It was cool but beautiful. We looked for whales and enjoyed the fragmented coastline, as the waves came rolling in crashing against the rocks. While I was gone, I did not get to participate in the d’Verse poets prompts.
On Tuesday, Laura asked for a poem written with rhetorical questions. She asked us to pick a line from one of six different Pablo Neruda poetic questions and write our poem based on that line.
Today, Frank Hubney continues the challenge, introducing us to the term  Polyptoton, a rhetorical device which uses words with a common base, but in different ways. I attempted to combine the two prompts in my poem. I have also repeated the quoted line at the beginning of each stanza!

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Grandfather Mountain


One of the most beautiful spots to visit in North Carolina is Grandfather Mountain. Its mile high vista gives a panoramic view in every direction. The rugged pathway to the summit is accessible to the young and strong, but for the older folks the view from the bridge is almost as good as being on top.

Grandfather Mountain

The Blue Ridge Parkway yields panoramic views

Rising and falling through majestic hues

Turnoffs, overlooks, tunnels, and bridges

Orchards of apples and long gorgeous ridges


Grandfather Mountain towers ahead

Drawing us up to its jaw-dropping ledge

Serpentine backbone a scoliated spine

Split Rock lay open and wrapped in vines


The bald rocks the twisted trees

Bask carefree in the summer breeze

Hurricane-force winds cannot rip them loose

Deformed over time by Nature’s abuse


Excited to be at the top of the world

Here where branches and trunks are curled

Blooming flowers defy the wind

Smiling sweetly until the very end


Feeling the sway of the long steel bridge

Looking up in the distance at the neighboring ridge

A rocky pathway draws some to his face

The old man of the mountain stays fixed in his place

Undaunted by storms or gray fog rolling in

He’ll still be there when our vision grows dim

Creating the mystique that continues to draw

Young and old from near and far