Some photos don’t need an explanation. These sweet little girls and their moms were outside our restaurant this evening selling Girl Scout Cookies! It doesn’t get any better than this… Poetry Without Words!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Poetry without words
Trappings of Summer (a Haiku)
Trappings of summer
Petals leave // seeds of Spring stay
Butterfly’s last sip
Poetry without words
Nothing Lost in Translation
Words, as powerful as they are, lack something when translated. Earlier this week there was a discussion at d’Verse Poetry Pub about the difficulty in translating poetry from one language to another. To me, it is almost impossible to translate accurately even when getting all the words correct. In some instances there are no words to translate an expression of a given language. When it comes to nature…
Nothing is Lost in Translation
They say, “A picture is worth a thousand words!”
Which shows that only words
can be lost in translation
But the best poetry of all is nature in full array
A sunset //a mountain vista // a flower in bloom
In the poetry of God // nothing is lost in translation
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Butterfly Morning in a Garden of Flowers
My friend Bob invited me to his house this morning to see the butterflies and flowers he has in the backyard. His flowers were dazzling and the butterflies were beautiful. As they flitted from Zinnia to Zinnia, I snapped away. These are only a few of the beautiful shots I got this morning. This is definitely poetry in motion and no further words are needed! Enjoy!!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Small Town Trains
Waxhaw North Carolina: Small town trains
Seems like almost every small town in North Carolina has a train track running right through the downtown and a water tower with the town name on it. Trains roll through and shaking windows and rattling doors as they fly by!
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Poetry in motion as the trains come rolling through….No words needed!!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
The Poetry of Harvest
I came home yesterday to see the farmer across the road had his combines running. They were half way through and the dust clouds filled the sky. The grain was pouring into the hopper and almost to the top. It was a beautiful site to see. I got my camera and went back to the field to take these photos. When I came home later that evening there were three combines running trying to beat the dark. Three tractor trailers we also standing by to take the grain. It was truly poetry in motion to watch how our grain is harvested and shipped to be stored for our food. I hope you enjoy these as much as I did. No further words are needed!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Poems From My Garden
Poetry without words:
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Barley and Butterflies
On the farm near our community are several large fields of barley. The fields extend as far as the eye can see. It is a beautiful site. Years ago when I worked on the farm, we called it beardy barley, because of the long hair like stems coming out of each kernel. The spring storms have really taken their toll on the fields. The wind and rain had beaten down large areas of some fields.
I stopped by one field to take some photos and saw a beautiful butterfly along the edge of the field. I am not sure what it is called. Perhaps you can let me know The beauty of nature is often beyond words. Adding words often detracts instead of adding to what is seen. The follow photos are my poetry without words.
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Cliff Swallows on the James
Poetry in Motion with Cliff Swallows nesting on the James River bridge near Lexington, Virginia. This is at the headwaters of the James on the Blue Ridge Parkway. These mud nesters built their nests , one beak-full at a time, on the concrete pillers of a walking bridge across the James. They were feeding babies that were about ready to leave the nest. You can see how they broke out the opening of the nest to accommodate their size. It was really interesting to watch them come and go. No further words needed. Enjoy the shots.
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Mountain Poetry
We took the scenic route part of the way back from Virginia to North Carolina today. We drove about a hundred miles down the Blue Ride Parkway from Waynesboro to Roanoke. It was wonderful to see the spring foliage at the different elevations. Here are a few photos to enjoy, all poetry in their own right. I will post more at a later date.
