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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Chasing Snowflakes

winter 2020 019 (2).jpgSnowflake // so perfect so unique
One of a kind ephemeral beauty
Dancing through the air, cold as ice.
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
Her light being only reflected // not inborn.
Landing with all the others
She froze in place // frigid unmoving;
Her individual glory lost in the masses.
Her cold, cold frozen heart melted
In the early morning sunshine.
Sparkling once more, she disappeared
Right before my eyes.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Light

Capturing Light (2)

Capturing Light
Ever try capturing light in a box
Close the lid tightly to contain it
Light in a box is a paradox
There’s no source there to maintain it
As you snap the lid shut
Think you have it at last
The rays disappear in an instant
For rays alone do not make light
With rays there’s no way save them
For light you see of every kind
From Rabbi, priest, or committee
Does not come from their simple minds
It comes from a source that’s emitting
Reflecting is all we can ever do
Our creator’s the source of our light
When it comes right down to me and to you
The best we can do is to shine bright
Light is not something to capture and hold
Thinking surely we can improve it
How disappointed we will be
Finding blackness boxed up all through it

Painting – Capturing Light : Dwight L. Roth

Winter Moon (a Haiku)

Black and white waterfall & blue moon

Icy falls shining

Crystals absorbing blue light

Spark’ling white at dawn

 

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Painting of Blue Moon Falls: Dwight L. Roth

This is one of my most recent paintings. I love to experiment with Black and White hues.  I usually add a touch of color in one area of the painting for accent. This place only exists in my mind.

 

Chasing Snowflakes

Chasing Snowflakes

Snowflake so perfect so unique

One of a kind ephemeral beauty

Dancing through the air, cold as ice.

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,

Her light is only reflected, not inborn.

Landing with all the others

She froze in place, frigid unmoving

Her individual glory lost in the masses.

Her cold cold frozen heart melted

In the early morning sunshine.

Sparkling once more she disappeared

Right before my eyes.

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Clip Art: pintrest.com

Light of Life

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Reach for the Light

Living in darkness

Trees reach for the light

Following the sun

As it reclines on the edge of the world

Knowing that without light

There is no life

My soul rises toward the light

In a world filled with darkness

Evil pressing in to overwhelm

Terrors for one who dwells below

Let your spirit rise with mine

Reach for the Son

The source of Light and Life

Always shining never hiding

Spirit touching spirit

Reflecting the Light of Love

My escape

From the eternal darkness around me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Light

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What exists but we can’t see it until it bounces. It is light. Until it hits something and reflects back to our eyes, we can’t see it. Traveling at 186,000 miles per second it seems to happen instantly. I like to think that Light is like the Spirit of God that can only be seen as it reflects from those who are created in his image.  Maybe Light is really Spirit and Spirit Light!!

Light

Without substance

Can’t touch it

Caresses your face

Without feeling

Can’t carry it with you

Light brings life

Radiates from a source

We are not light

Only moons of reflection

Showing our image

Much like the God

Spirit of Light reflected in us

We are not the source

Only the reflection

His image His creation

Bathed in the Light of Grace

His Love is Light

Source of our Light

The Word Made Flesh

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Photo: Molly Roth