Chasing Beauty

I followed her as she floated in free fall,

admiring all those glittering points of light.

I reached out to touch her glistening face

only to find her cheeks cold to the touch.

Light reflected, not inborn.

Landing with all the others

she froze in place // frigid // unmoving;

unique glory lost in the masses.

Her cold cold frozen heart melted

in the early morning sunshine.

Sparkling one last time, she disappeared

right before my eyes…

Snowflake // so perfect // so unique;

One of a kind ephemeral beauty.

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Peter asked us to consider beginnings… the beginning line of our poem. He noted that the beginning line of a poem makes a person either want to continue reading or pass it by. I have reworked a poem that had a generic beginning and attempted to make it more enticing!

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Poetry Frozen in Time

Thoughts captured / frozen / sparkling moments in time

Held in place by negative Fahrenheit and Centigrade

Poetry captured trickling from the bowl of inspiration

For one brief moment it lies frozen / waiting for ink

But, inspiration lasts only till the next shining moment

The constant ebb and flow of life soon carries it away

The warm sun’s UV rays melt our trickles of frozen thought

And what momentarily embeds in our minds

Turns to liquid / a poetic flow of beauty and inspiration

Written on digital parchment, napkin, or diary

Reflected in sun’s rainbow of thought flowing from the bow

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Photo; Laura Ziegler

Life is a Poem

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Life is a Poem
Everything in life is a poem waiting to be written.
Most do not hear the poets call or feel the inspiration
But for those who look and listen there is music ;
poems to be written // deep emotions to be felt
that can only be expressed in words.

 

Those who pause // make life stand still
and open their soul …
They understand it loud and clear.
as words resonate // echoing through the mind

 

Poets are like pleasant speed bumps
that slow you down and make you listen;
Sometimes giving you a big jolt
When you least expect it.

 

Poets are fearless prophets // writing of love and hate
Politics and Religion // joy and strength;
Raising consciousness //challenging norms;
Searching for words that express Truth
Bringing Light to the world.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Inspired by Charlie’s poem “Just Beneath the surface”

https://lifeinportofino.wordpress.com/2017/08/02/just-beneath-the-surface/

Found Poetry

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Today we were asked to write poetry from our book shelf. Bjorn, at d’Verse, called it found poetry. The challenge is to arrange and make a poem using book titles from our shelf, without changing any titles. I thought these were a very fitting group for the times we are experiencing. See what you think?

Found Poetry

Violence

Money, Sex, and Power

The Brilliant Idiot

Dialogue with death

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The pilgrim’s progress

The Shack

The light on the hill

What’s so amazing about grace

Streams of living water

Sit, Walk, Stand…

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Typewritten Pages

EER_0454 (2).JPGWords set in stones // not on a digital screen
Lasting impressions carved on paper for the ages
Black ink embossed on each page
Linking past intentions with present emotions
Digital words can disappear in an instant
Book’s printed pages can last for centuries

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Stamp Art: Dwight L. Roth

Self-Published Poetry Book

Our prompt for today’s Quadrille (44 Words) at d’Verse, is the word set, When I think of books, they are the next best thing to being “set in stone.”  I remember using a typewriter like this for many years, when I was still teaching school. I had to type really hard to make the keys cut through into the purple master.  Now everything is done in digital format, which can be lost at the click of a button. Call me old school, but I still like having hard copies to back me up! 

I have included my new self-published book of poems collected from the many poems written for my blog and for d’Verse.

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Spider Poetry

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This beautiful writing spider floated in mid-air on the corner of my garage door. Spinning its lines next to the light, it sits waiting for the next poor bug to fly into the web. It is one of the biggest writing spiders that I have seen. Today I saw it wrapping up a bug for future consumption! Looks like his patience payed off!

Spider spins its web
Writing nature’s poetry
Floating on beauty

 

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Posting this for my Monday Haibun  on  d’Verse Poets Pub

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Taste This

Fall Tomatoes
As days grow shorter and hot weather cools
A few light rains help revive struggling tomatoes
Amazing what a little extra water can do
A few cool days allows blooms to form tomatoes
Now, those old vines that seemed half dead
Are putting out new growth climbing the wire
Ripe Fall tomatoes are a nice treat
Can’t wait to slice and bite into them
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Now that days are shortening and I am growing old
A resurgence of energy surges forth in the form of poetry
Amazing what a little encouragement can do
Blogging seems to bring out the best inspiration in me
Sharing my experiences and photos with all of you
Followers from all over the world are climbing each week
New poems continue to flow like ripe juicy tomatoes
To be shared with those who dare to bite into them
Tasting the inspiration // passing on feelings and ideas

Today at d”Verse, we are looking at waiting and anticipation. Nothing peaks my anticipation like seeing the green tomatoes getting bigger and bigger as they turned rosy red orange. Waiting for them to ripen is wonderful anticipation.

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Hogan’s Brown Cow

Hogans Brown Cow by Beverly Dyer

13 x 13 in
Tom Hogan’s brown cow
looks over the fence // wondering
with skeptical eyes
whether I am friend or foe;
Slowly chewing on green grass
Ruminating thoughts
randomly run through my head;
Big brown eyes stay fixed
determined to stare me down;
I turn // slowly walk away
Tom Hogan’s brown cow
wonders off to chew her cud;
Summer grass // rich cream.
Poetry flows from my head;
Barbed wire goes on for ever
Today at d’Verse Mish introduced us to artist Beverly Dryer.  She asked us to choose one of her watercolor paintings and write a poem inspired by the painting.  I chose Hogans Brown Cow. The eyes captured my imagination.  Hope you enjoy it. Her painting is used with her permission.