Hang Loose

Last week I finally picked up this mess of string that had gotten extremely tangled. I thought I would begin rolling it onto a stick so I could use it in the future. I found the end and began to roll, but the harder I pulled the more knotted up it became. I tried weaving the stick through the loops, but it soon was tight again. Finally I picked up the loose ends and began to shake them in my hand. As I did, the end loosened up and I kept winding. It took awhile, but in the end I was able to shake this knotted mess loose and get it totally rewound onto the stick.

There are a number of analogies one could take from this, but I thought how much this is like our relationships. The harder we pull against each other the tighter the situation becomes. If we could just hang loose and let things shake themselves out, life would be a lot better for everyone. In a marriage there will always be knots somewhere down the line. If we could just hang loose and not take things so personally, perhaps we could find a way to untangle those knots. I realize some situations may require cutting the cord, but for most there is hope if both are willing to work at it.

Life’s knots and tangles

Need shakeups to work them out

Hang on… don’t jump ship

Ride out September’s gales

November brings Thanksgiving

Winter is coming

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Our Love


Our Love  (A Quadrille)

Our love’s a poem

written in the tide…

Spelling out our dreams

on the shore of life

Poem of lasting quality

Ebb and flow from day to day

Smooth, serene, mirroring the sky…

Crashing // bold from deep within

Our Love…

Written for the ages


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today’s challenge from Victoria is to write a Quadrille (of 44 words) using the word poem in it. Come visit us at d’Verse~Poetry Pub and join the challenge. It is a very inspiring group of writers who share and read together.





Sometimes it takes a lifetime to shape us into the person we need to become. In the marriage relationship both partners at times want to shape the other person into their idea of what works for them. It usually does not work. We bump and grind until the rough edges are worn away. Some don’t make it. Those who do find that over time and with interaction a polishing effect takes away some of the harshness of demanding their own way. This poems attempts to illustrate that evolution.

My Own Piece of Clay

From the day we are born

Our crying screams

Change everyone’s lives

Shape everyone’s dreams

Demanding care for our wants and needs

Life is a struggle between two lumps of clay

Shaping each other in their own way

Shaping them into their own image

What a shock to find how fragilely we slip

Our crumbling creations in tightly held grip

Crushed by selfish lack of understanding

Fragile Egos like dust in the grinder

We are really hard rocks in a tumbler

Rolling and tossing against one another

Bumping and grinding smoothing and shaping

Letting the chips fall

Finally after a lifetime of interaction

The gems we have become hold our attraction

Full of beauty, our own true shining colors

Jewels for the crown of our creator


(Adapted from a song by Marvin Gay)

Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Black or White

Back Alley in Philadelphia 001

When someone thinks they have all the answers, it makes me take a step backwards. Many atrocities have been done in the name of being right. The more rigid we become in our thinking, the more we want things to be either black or white.  It seems politics is often driven by fear. As we listen to our political candidates, we get the impression that they have everything figured out, and all of their solutions are in black and white. No matter how right we feel we are, I believe we must be open to interact and exchange ideas with others. This poem talks about the importance of grays in our life.

Black or White

I want life to be black or white

Everything easy and I am right

But it really doesn’t work that way

Life is full of contradictions they say


Why can’t life be black or white

Perhaps I wouldn’t be so uptight

But grays are part of every life

I’ve known pain that cuts like a knife


The world wants things in black or white

Good or bad we have to fight

To protect our perfect way of life

Seems it causes bitter strife


To always think in black or white

Fills me with fear and causes me fright

Extremes affect the way we think

And leaves our nations on the brink


Why can’t we realizes we need the grays

Shadows bring accents in many ways

Creativity and paradigm shifts

Would not be possible without the mix


Must we think only in black or white

Judging our brothers when “they don’t do right”

Or can we simply love their flaws

The grays and shades are part of us all


Black and white makes everyone halt

Shutter and cringe at every fault

Blends are the creations we all need

To love our brothers, and not to bleed

But I guess as long as there are two

Black or white will judge them too


Love the differences don’t get up tight

Live in peace and let’s not fight

Recognize that if we want to survive

Black and white will not keep us alive

Thinking we are always right

Life will surely be a fright


Black and White Photo taken in Philadelphia – 1976 – Dwight Roth


The Lover That Won’t Let Me Go


You’re the Lover That Won’t Let Me Go

The maternal instinct is found in almost all animal, birds, and humans. We do whatever is necessary to and provided for and keep our children safe.  The Bible describes God as having that same desire to care for and sustain his children. The Psalmist says, “As a father cares for his children, so my Father cares for me.” Just as the bird in the photo above starts life totally dependent on its mother for food, we to need to realize that it is God’s mercy and grace that sustains us. This poem metaphorically describes our relationship with God as two lovers reaching out in antiphonal love for one another. This was originally written as a song. 

You’re the lover of my soul     

…the one that won’t let me go

You call out to me 

…I call out to you

You’re the lover that won’t let me go

Lord, you are the one I adore 

…the one that won’t let me go

You call out to me   

…I call out to you

You’re the Lover that won’t let me go


Your beauty is everywhere      

…I feel your love and care…

Holy Spirit, speak into my soul

…and draw my heart to you

You’re the lover of my soul     

…the one that won’t let me go

You call out to me    

…I call out to you

You’re the lover that won’t let me go


Your truth is in your Word       

…that I so often heard

Open my eyes that I may see   

…the beauty of your grace

Lord, you are the one I adore  

…the one that won’t let me go

                You call out to me                

…I call out to you

You’re the Lover that won’t let me go

Your love makes me alive        

… It makes me realize

Without you Jesus, I am lost   

…but with you I’m satisfied

You’re the lover of my soul     

 …the one that won’t let me go

You call out to me

…I call out to you

You’re the lover that won’t let me go

Lord, you are the one I adore

…the one that won’t let me go

You call out to me

…I call out to you

You’re the Lover that won’t let me go