Staying Alive

Death reigns on the evening news, as we are shown reports of more police shootings. Marches and protests follow, as blame is passed and opinions are drawn on both sides. It disturbs me greatly to see this happen over and over again. Sadly, it seems to me, no one mentions the one thing that could have prevented many of these deaths from happening.

Tragic death lingers

Daily on the evening news

Trial by media

~ as accusations fly~

Sadly no one speaks

of what could keep them alive



This is my second Puente (bridge poem) for d’Verse Poets Pub. I have connected two senyru poems with a bridge line in the middle.

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Making a Difference

Making a Difference

We went this week and got our second Covid shot. The procedure is now very streamlined with little waiting time. After temperature checks we waited only a short time to be taken to a room for our shots. A dozen others were sitting at tables in the process of getting vaccinated. Sitting at opposite ends, we were asked the routine question before getting injected. The nurse did her best to make us feel relaxed and comfortable. I asked her how long she had been there giving the shots. She said since 6:30 this morning. This was at 4:00 PM. She and many other health workers were making a difference in all of our lives with their service. For this we are most grateful!

Dedicated Nurses

Risk their lives daily for us

Heroes among us

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Night Beacon of Light

the Boddie Lighthouse at Nags Head NC 001

Night Light

Towering above dunes gnawed by ocean waves

Stands a monument of engineering

Seeking some souls to save

A beacon of light to prowling ships in the night

Specters of the sea

Those who listen… who shake with fright

Will live to see dry land tonight

Light piercing darkness guides a ship all alone

Flashing danger ore a graveyard

Of lost ship’s bones

A brick and mortar giant of clay

Calls excited children to come and play

Or climb the winding backbone of steel

And dream of one day steering a ship’s wheel

And every night the mirror shines

Reflecting the light within

Through hurricanes, lightning, wind, and rain

Into the black of night again

Children and parents have all gone home

The dark waves pound the shore

Standing strong it’s all alone

Knowing some ships sail no more

Rain and hail beat the window panes

But the light of life never wains

Ships toss on the rolling foam

The colossal stands alone


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Reposted from last summer