Where no Trees Grow

There are some who can’t wait to go

To a far off planet where trees don’t grow

Perhaps to Mars cooled so long ago

Barren terrain where no rivers flow

Jagged peaks glistening without snow

Seems like a long trip through space // we know

Yet, some still wish for a chance to go

To a far away planet where trees don’t grow

~ No… I think I will stay ~

Where grass grows green under my feet

And the air is breathable and sweet

Buzzing bees and butterflies eat

Oceans blue and gurgling creeks

I will stay here but not repeat

For life on Earth is short and fleet(ing)

So enjoy blue skies as a songbird’s tweet

On this big blue ball that nothing can beat

In this wonderful place where trees grow sweet

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Life’s GPS

Life is like a GPS

with every change in direction

it has to reset itself

to get where you are going.

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Just as true in the spiritual realm

God’s Spirit shows us the way to go

We often choose our own path:

get off track

headed the wrong way

sometimes crash and burn;

But our Spiritual GPS

resets and lets us know

what needs to be done

to once again turn around

and head in the right direction.

I read a post from a blogger friend, Astrid, Life’s Adventure and Disability | Astrid’s Words , this morning. It inspired the opening line to this poem. The application to our spiritual life seemed to fit in so well, so I wrote this poem. Click on her link to read her poem.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

From There to Here

How swiftly time flies from there to here

Ten lifetimes rolled into one sweet moment

Today I’ll sit, in cool warming sunshine

Watch hawks soaring overhead

Listen to wrens and cardinals sing

And watch my drying little creek

Slowly turn into curdled algae yogurt

Today at d’Verse we are to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words, using the word swift or a form of the word. I was immediately drawn to how fast time has passed in my lifetime. These are my reflections.

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com …then click on Mr. Linkey and read more.

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Just like life!

What are the other colors without me

along side to give them definition.

Red flows like blood

Green like a blanket

Yellow has no end without black

I am what brings life into focus;

Just as Covid-19 rearranged your minds

I create a paradigm shift

For better or for worse…

Only time will tell what I will define!

Painting of Old Ship’s Bones at Nags Head, NC – Dwight L. Roth

As I was reading through the poems from color perspective for our d’Verse prompt, I came to Paul V. Cannon’s post on Black. It occurred to me that without black all the other colors run together. So this poem developed out of that idea.

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com then click on Mr. Linkey and read more poems.

I Wanted To Shout – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax (pvcann.com)

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.

Spirit Questions (a Rubáiyát)

I wrote this a few years ago for the d’Verse Poets Pub. I thought it would be good to reflect on as we exit 2020 and enter 2021. We have lost a multitude of people this year to Covid-19. Death has a way of bringing things into focus. It brings us face to face with our own mortality. The thoughts in this poem reflect on spirit within each of us.

Where dwells the spirit before life begins         

Waiting to entwine with genes at man’s whims

Does it float in space riding red stardust

Or in ocean waves where the raindrops swim

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Where dwells the spirit when I took my first

Breath of life // of heart and lungs merged thirst    

Spirit seems at home in this flesh and bone

Fragile body // heart pumping till it bursts

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Where does my spirit dwell when life is done   

As eyes close in death and the race is run

Breath leaves the body and the spirit rises

Rejoining spirit with Spirit // lives on

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

The Tree of Life

Today I am sharing a poem from a dear friend, Ike Glick, who lives in Edmonton, Alberta. He sent this poem with his Christmas Letter, and I thought it was very creative and well written. The word Sophia is a feminine name which means wisdom. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Tree of Life

Sophia *

‘God’s wisdom’

The essence of Being

Even before creation, “I Am”

On the heights” for life perspective

Along the way” in unexpected places

Confronting, “On the path I take my stand

I may be found outside the gates of power

I am ubiquitous

I am available

I am optional

Most free are they who choose my ways

“Those who find me find Life.

As they follow the star . . . *

Echoes of Prov.8, Mt.2, Luke.2 Isaac Glick 12/2020

Photo: Dwight L. Roth