Time Tumbler

Time smooths sharp edges

Mellows rigid perspectives

Time opens our blind eyes

Seeing others as equals

Colorblind // first step to peace


Time shakes us up

tumbling through our little

blip of eternal sinus rhythm,

spitting us out like grape seeds

to be replanted in another

place and time


Time sometimes just

swallows us whole

Painting “Splitting Space and Time”: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Laura asked us to look at the use of repetition in our poetry. Epiphora, from the Greek means ‘to turn about/upon’… and is used to drive in a point through poetic repetition. I am using the word time in my poem to show how we flow and change in time itself.

The painting is an abstract that I did a number of years ago. I thought it fit well with my theme!

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How interesting the labels we choose

Avoiding race color religion to be politically correct

Profiling is the ultimate sin of the day

Yet down deep within our mind thinks another way

Labeling  seems part of our DNA

Perhaps residuals from Eden’s cursed plight

Competitive urges and the atrocity of being right

Labels of diversity the demise of our society

Division and turmoil bring down the mighty

Mass shootings beheadings and suicide vests

All sanctioned to support our truth’s litmus test

But… When it comes to money the tables are turned

We see labels each day with every channel turned

Pharmacies reap whirlwinds with their witches brew

Labels and ads designed to target me and you

With new names starting with X and J

Made up names than no one can say

Every personality has accompanying disorders

TV commercials spew out drugs to order

Some just might kill you but who knows for sure

Ask your doctor you know his motives are pure

New labels for normal people we’ve always been this way

Money making charlatans create new labels that pay

Got rid of cigarette ads and alcohol too

Replaced them with drugs legit just for you

Don’t worry if they kill you or cause violent reaction

There’ll be a new one tomorrow with a different concoction


Great Expectations


In every major change we bring our preconceptions of what we hope will be the outcome. Following the death of Martin Luther King, Jr the leaders of the Civil Rights movement all had their expectations of what should occur to bring about change in the country. Almost fifty years later we are still struggling with unmet expectations.

Great Expectations

When two minds interact ideas emerge

Composites of great expectations

Combining into one they merge

Each with their personal connections

Dr. King’s “I Have A Dream…”

Rang true throughout this land

Black and white working hand in hand

Together in the life’s stream

As the sixties came and went

His message found a home

Pushing for inalienable freedoms

Thinking change was now their own

Each side with personal agendas

Not all saw things the same way

Disillusionment inevitably present

Struggle and conflict in the frey

For those with Great Expectations

Hope and Change are still the dream

But each dream is not the same

It is iron sharpening iron

Learning that with every expectation

It takes peace and co-operation


Painting: Dwight L. Roth