Sand

During this time of Covid-19, I have had my down times just like many of you. But, what I find helps more than anything else is to create purpose in my life. Being isolated gives me much time for creativity. It lifts my spirit and brings me joy. This past year I have self-published a hundred page book of poems I have written for my daily blog on Word Press. I also wrote and illustrated a children’s book about Rocky the Owl, and passed it out to friends who have little ones. Now that the days are warmer, I have been painting again. There is not time to sit and wait for the grim reaper. There are things to do that take my mind of the sand in the hour glass!

The sand in the hour glass runs faster at the end

I feel it shifting and settling into that narrow space

People for centuries tried to flip the glass to no avail

In the span of time and antiquity

our few minutes goes quickly

So make them count // those last few grains

settling into the final drop // becoming sand once more

Tell your stories // write your poems // sing your songs

Fill your days with creativity // joy // and wonder

For the sand in the hour glass runs faster at the end

This is a painting I finished last week of the City View Dairy Farms in the community where I grew up in Pennsylvania. I posted it on the community Facebook page where it was appreciated with hundreds of likes and comments and memories from people who no longer live there, but have great memories of getting milk there. It gave me great joy to see so many find it meaningful.

Winter of my Mind (in this summer of my life)

EER_0599 (2)

I am in the winter of my mind, where shadows creep

and darkness comes early // seeming never to sleep…

closing in and overshadowing my thoughts.

 

Creativity remains with each bright new day

bringing a spot of sunshine from friends far away

of like minded bloggers and a few online friends.

 

I must close off the darkness // of  “hurricane News”

and “tornadoes of fear” // with darkness infused

leaving my mind destroyed by what I hear.

 

I’ll go back to my writing and pretend not to see

the streets in upheaval and the mothers who plea

for children caught in the crossfire // each day, it seems.

 

For truth these days seem more one’s perception

with marching politicians and Covid physicians

and dissent is met with racial accusations.

Photo; Dwight L. Roth

I am sharing this on open link night at d”Verse poets night.  With all that has been going on the past five months, I feel a little stir-crazy at times. Seems a lot of others feel the same way from all chaos I  see happening across the country, on the evening news. It pains me to see children shot, and no one seems to raise a voice or carry a sign for them. Very sad indeed! These are some of my thoughts as I stay in my cocoon!

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com

I got my inspiration for this poem today, after reading Lynn’s Poem this morning:

window to writer’s world

Coming up for Air

EER_0963 (3)

We have now been living in our own little world for the past four months. I feel like this turtle swimming around in the shadows of the pond; which works well for a while, but eventually I need to come up for air.

Swimming in shadows

Immersed in our little world

Must come up for air

Turtle Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Keeping Busy in Isolation

IMG_1931 (2)

Since the weather has warmed up I have been out in my garage painting again. The 42 x 42 inch painting above was given to my neighbor. They asked me to paint a large sunflower for their daughter. That is the last painting which I worked on today. I still a have some work to do on the seed part of the sunflower.  The middle photos are a painting I did on my old Washburn Guitar. It has had significant damage with a hole patched in the body and a head that got snapped and glued back together. Amazingly, it still holds tuning and plays very well. I am a fan of old steam trains as you can see.
Painting // passing time
Waiting for Summer release
Ready for a hug

IMG_1847 (2)

IMG_1827 (2)

IMG_1936 (2)

Paintings: Dwight L. Roth

I finished the Sunflower today…

Sunflower painting

Last Chance

DSC_0130

Dogwood park is closing tomorrow with the announcement of the stay at home order for the state of North Carolina. Only essential movement is permitted.  We decided to take advantage of the gorgeous day and meet our Son and family at the park for the first time on over three weeks. We picnicked using two tables and spread out making no physical contact with them. How odd not to greet with hugs!  It was a beautiful day and the dogwoods for which the park was named were in full bloom.

A beautiful day

Park will be closed from now on…

Dogwoods still blooming

IMG_1708

Other families were enjoying the park….

IMG_1686

IMG_1702 (2)

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Walls Closing In…

IMG_3051 (3).JPG

Walls built with stones and mortar of memories
Locking tightly together each painful reality
Stacking // cementing them tightly in place
‘Till the soul is hidden without even a trace
Dungeon of doom condemning the soul
Cold place of solitude where no one can dwell
A roof on top to keep out the light
Beautiful on the outside but dark in the heart
Protected // guarded from any more pain
Windows boarded up to keep out the rain
Though years have gone by the walls still close in
Creating a chasm the soul cannot swim
A castle on the hill of life with walls strong and tall
No windows // no drawbridge // no one comes to call
A lifetime of memories too painful to tell
A soul locked in memories // a real living hell

Photo: Dwight L. Roth