Cowbird’s Lament


Today I watched a cowbird on my window sill having a standoff with his own reflection.  Seeing himself in my tinted windows, he apparently thought it was another bird.  He sat and stared as he flexed his feathers and fluffed himself twice as big as normal. Even when we tapped on the glass he did not want to leave. He was not about to give in to this intruder. He stayed around for ten or fifteen minutes going through his ritual of fluff and peck.

Cowbirds Lament  (a Haikai)

Window reflections

Chasing images not there

Strutting his feathers


Natures instinctive urges

Show of force is not enough



His image remains

Feathers flex // wings are spreading

Intruder copies


Minutes go by // dance repeats

Looks like a stalemate to me



I am trying a new form of poetry, for me, called Haikai which has the traditional haiku lines and then two lines of seven syllables continuing on as long as one choose.   The haikai developed from waka, a more serious form of poetry requiring thirty-one syllables in a 5-7-5-7-7 form.  The haikai is a linked poem that can continue on and have more verses. 

This is new for me so I hope I have done it justice.

Photos: Dwight L. Roth



Who needs mirrors //we have selfies!

Gone are the days of looking in the mirror

Only to leave and forget what we saw

Now we have photos // permanent images

Wild and crazy images posted across the net

So close, we can count the pimples and pinch the zits

Mirrors are so uncertain //fleeting images

Liars we can rationalize and refute

Going back to pretending dementia

Just like the scale’s high numbers

But with Selfies, the narcissistic addiction

We are so enraptured with ourselves

We think others on the web will all agree

Perhaps we need to go back

Look in the mirror and leave it there

Selfies make liars of all

“Like” is a relative term


Clip Art:

Our poetry challenge prompt today on d”Verse comes from Bjorn, who asks us to write a poem about mirrors.  Any poem using the word mirror is ok. Come visit us at d’Verse~Poetry Pub.


Form to Dust

Grave Marker 001

I watched this week as a controversial statue of a Confederate Civil War Soldier was taken done from a high pedestal. The statue was just a piece of metal, but to some it was a symbol of racism, oppression, and slavery, while others viewed it as a symbol of Southern Heritage. In both cases, the controversy was in the spirit of what it represented.  We hang on to symbols and figures to remind us of those gone before, but the spirit of their life is what we really honor. That spirit continues through the generations to come. It should remind us that both hate and love can be passed on. It is up to us to decide how we will be remembered.

Form to Dust

Why try so hard to give form to dust

It has already been done at our creation

Dust returns to dust and form is gone

Still we cling the image we remember

The one it once was before life left

Even the preacher says form returns

When the time is right in the heavens

All reforming in a twinkling moment of temporary reality

Thinking identity of spirit will be found there

Cremation to me seems the harshest of realities

Dust returns to dust and the form is gone

Is it really dust and form we choose to recall

Or rather the life and spirit that drove it

Form is just a statue on a short lived pedestal

A star in the personal walk of fame

Here today and lost forever in time

Perhaps dug up in eons to come

A bone or two here and there to save

Speculations of life and spirit long gone

One’s life and one’s spirit live on for ever

Cloned spirits in the genes of generations to come

So search for the spirit of which you were born

Live well the life that continues beyond dust and form

We are not meant to be wax figures in a museum of time

We are life and light the breathe of God

His image passed on for generations to come


Photo: Dwight L. Roth