A New Day…

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Easter Lilies bloom

Announce a new day dawning

Love wins // Grace for all

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Frank Tassone  asked us to consider the lily in our Haikai Poem for Easter Sunday.  The lily has long been a symbol of Easter.  Its beauty is a symbol of purity and new life. Hopefully your day has been a rewarding and inspirational one.

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Spring Fire in the Sky

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This evening’s sunset is one the most beautiful we have seen. The woods behind us was on fire with reds and blues as the sun sank low in the sky. Earlier, the bunny rabbit showed himself, coming out for some fresh clover and new grass. Spring always brings joy and the assurance of new life.

Spring Equinox comes
Bringing late rainbow sunsets
Woods aflame with burning hues
Bunny nibbles green shamrocks
St. Patrick’s Day swims in green

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone’s Haikai challenge today was to write a poem that eluded to the Spring Equinox coming us this week. I wrote about two things that brought me joy today!
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Heart Flambeau

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Your flaming words wrap

themselves around my flatlined

heart // bringing new life…

Playing music on heartstrings

Melodies of love on fire

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Victoria, at d’Verse Poets Pub, asked us to write a poem today with the word fire as our prompt.

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Holy Place

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Holy Place (a Quadrille)

Burning bush // the path of guilt

Words of “I AM” searing the heart…

Mirroring my soul awry…

Calling, “Come, take off your shoes”

“Step forward”//“This is holy ground.”

Let go past laments

Rise in newness of life.

Not a building //location //nor shrine

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

We were asked by Amaya, at d”Verse, to think about Holy Places that are sacred to people. They might be shrines, locations, or buildings that people go to and find a connection to the the divine.  We are to write a poem of our choosing. I chose to write a quadrille.

Although I have great respect and high regard for what most people consider Holy Places, I find that it is not a place or a thing that brings me connection to God. It is rather the Spirit connection that has occurred in me at various times over the years. It may be through hearing the spoken word, the words of a song, an event, seeing a butterfly or bird, the birth of a baby or the ecstasy of love. It could be in church or out in the mountains. God to me is Spirit, and the place the I find our spirits connecting is a Holy Place.

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Spirit Rising

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Soul Gazing

When my spirit rises

Unencumbered and free

No weight or worry accompanies me

Interesting that I value things

When in the end the spirit flies

Leaving them all behind

How much I worry and fret

But this too shall pass when I am gone

My spirit rises out of this shell

A virtual butterfly reborn

From caterpillar to chrysalis

Reborn in the image of God

Spirit Creator Redeemer Savior

Knowing there is no place for the earthly

In the spirit world beyond

I can’t take it with me

But then again… Why would I want to

When my spirit rises

Leaving it all behind

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Paul at d’Verse asked us to write a soulful poem (soul gazing) for our Tuesday prompt. This poem expresses what I believe happens when we leave this world and our spirit rises and returns to our creator.

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Patience…Nature’s Rule

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Patience… Nature’s Rule  (a Hai bun)

In our world, we bow down and worship instant gratification. We find the opposite is true with nature. Since time began, nature has been patiently going through its annual cycles and seasons.

The book of Ecclesiastes tells us there is a time and a season for everything, a time for every purpose under heaven. Nature teaches us to be patient and wait for the right moment. The buds sitting in each joint wait for the sun, rain, and light to be exactly in sync before opening.

Sometimes we think we must make things happen in our life instead of waiting for the time to be right. Rushing things usually ends in disaster. The prophet Isaiah tells us, Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength.  There is a lot of wisdom in waiting for the right time to bloom. You will know when everything is in sync and the time is right.

Stump of each dry leaf

A bud full of potential

Waiting patiently

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Victoria Slotto Kicked off our week with Haibun Monday—No Ko Me—Tree Buds

“In Japanese the word pending is implied in the Kigo, No Ko Me--tree buds. The bud holds so much potential, the possibility of the tree becoming all that is was created to be.”

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Reincarnation of Spirit

IMG_1380.JPGI was inspired today by a piece written by blogger, Ally Mare, that spoke of birth and death as having a magical quality of sorts.  All of it goes on around us, yet we are usually unaware until it happens to us or our family. As I read through his article this thought came to me, that reincarnation is really the spirit we pass on to our children. Our attitudes, our love, our joy and our faith. On the other had the negatives are passed on as well. It brings back the memory of a poem/song I wrote a few years ago called Leave a Legacy of Love. It is so important that we break the cycle of hate and violence in our world. It starts with the attitude of your heart.https://writeallywrite.wordpress.com/2018/01/13/as-we-ignore-and-decaying-alone/

Reincarnation of Spirit

As one body dies another is born

Rekindling the spirit within.

The cycle never ceases to go on

Passing on the light of God to our kin.

Some choose to pass on evil and hate

The infection spreads like the flu.

But even this infection you can abate

When the love of God is within you.

As we live our lives from day to day

Let God’s light dwell in your soul.

Knowing this world will be a better place

If you shed all that hate and turmoil.

Think about what you pass on to your children

Is it love or divisive hate?

What spirit will be reincarnated from you//

Think carefully before it’s too late.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

A Moment of Glory

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Reincarnated Beauty

I am a lily rising to the sun

Blooming for a moment

Wilting follows fifteen minutes of fame

Beauty to be admired and remembered

Photographed and stashed away

Living for a time in general obscurity

In the oppressing intensity of time

Dying back to the bulb

Only to rise once again after winter

Reaching for the sunlight

Reflecting the treasure of the bulb

Stored away for spring reincarnation

Another moment of glory revisited

Only to experience the fragility of life

Wilting once again at days end

Turning inward to feed the bulb

Till once again the treasure

Is opened once more

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Photo: Dwight l. Roth

 

New Life in the Garden

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Today is Easter Sunday and a time to celebrate new life. Spring is such a wonderful time of the year in so many ways. Flowers are starting to bloom, and today I saw my first butterfly of the season. The petals of the flowers are a wonder in themselves, so thin and fragile, yet so gorgeous. The lilac’s fragrance is better than any manmade perfume.  The butterfly had a piece out of his beautiful gossamer wing. Like us, his deficiency does not seem to stop him from enjoying the new flowers blooming in my backyard. I can see God’s handiwork everywhere around me on this beautiful day of life new and renewal. Do we realize how blessed we all are when we see these special gifts. Take time to smell the flowers.

Fragile

So amazing that something so beautiful can be so fragile

Petals of soft silk

Translucent wings of spectacular design

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How wonderful that flowers

Here today and gone tomorrow

Can bring such joy and wonder

Our reminder of new life

Cycling before our eyes

The glorious sun captured in the petals

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So fragile that even a touch can destroy

Left alone can remind us of God’s hand

In everything we see and do

How can one believe it all just happened

From noisy matter or condensing water

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 Bud of New Beginning

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I thought I  killed my grape vine this summer! When the Japanese Beatles began to devour the fresh green leaves, I thought I would try my own homemade natural insect spray. As it turned out it was much too strong, and though it got rid of the beetles it also got rid of all the leaves it landed upon. After a week or two the dried up leaves began to fall off and I noticed new buds coming out at the base of the old leaves. In a couple weeks I had an arbor full of leaves and the stalk was much hardier. As my summer lilac dries up in the sunshine I see the same thing. New buds are awaiting the right conditions and will come out and renew the plant once more. This poem compares this renewal to our human condition.

At the base of each drying leaf

Is a bud full of life and potential

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Waiting patiently for summer’s heat

Or winter’s cold to pass

In the cool of spring

The refreshing showers

The promise of warmth

Sap rises in the cambium

Pushes open that small bud

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Enlarging into a new fresh leaf

Green and vigorous

Full of life

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Remember…

Behind all that crushes you

Makes you feel devastated

Hopeless and distraught

Lies a bud of strength and potential

Waiting for you to recognize

That your spring has arrived

Once more

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth