Obsidian Dreams

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Oh, blackberry bush // mine and mine alone

How beautifully green your leaves caught the light

Your plump ripe obsidian berries shone

Delectable sweetness // my tongue’s delight

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But oh // gentle caution must be taken

As leaves part and berries are plucked

Roughness leaves bramble scars

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Our d’Verse prompt today from Linda is bramble.  We are writing a Quadrille of exactly 44 words.

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Shame

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“Metamorphosis doesn’t look the same for everyone. Don’t be afraid to share your story.”

We live in a time where Mental Health issues and PTSD  affect many in our society. Some things in life cannot be fixed by a pill, a doctor, or a will to change. In the past generation, sharing this kind of issue was a stigma and considered shameful by many. Our scars and differences are not something to be hidden or kept within ourselves. Sharing our story can be the first step in finding healing and wholeness again.  Our story is what makes us unique from everyone else. How good are you at listening to what others are going through?

“Shame happens

when we largely treat suffering

like a problem to fix

rather than a story to tell.”

Photo from: Lora Myers Roth

Used by permission

Quote came from an article in Christianity Today:

https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2019/december-web-only/wakeupolive-heiligenthal-bethel-church-miracle-doesnt-come.html?share=&fbclid=IwAR3tKk4Mnz61_bKZX-iWhpBgXOSuBIalHIsmmN60A1RRmUotyGWSjaYIYHg

 

Scars and Stones

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President’s Day is on Monday. Today Frank Tassone, asked us to write a Haikai poem that talks about a president or presidents past or present. As I read Tessa’s poem today, talking about the presidents on Mount Rushmore, this thought came to mind. See what your think!

Past presidents sit
high on pedestals // seats of
stone // immortalized.
New presidents leave their mark
Scars on the landscape of man
Could their marks reflect
fractured attitudes of us…
Supporters who vote?
Presidents are a mirror…
Take a good look at yourself

Come join us at: https://frankjtassone.com/2019/02/16/haikai-challenge-73-2-16-19-presidents-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/

Check out Tessa’s poem here:  https://tessacandoit.com/2019/02/16/haikai-challenge-73-2-16-19-presidents-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/

Picture of Lincoln Memorial: thousandwonders.net

Sculpting Me

Life has some hard lessons for us to learn. They are not always pleasant and we are often left with scars from our experiences. Not all are physical. Some are emotional and mental scars that cut deep into our soul. In the end the person we become is a combination of shaping cuts and scars of the soul.

Life’s a Chisel

Life’s a chisel chipping away

Molding

Shaping

A little at a time

Bringing out inner beauty

Capitalizing on flaws

Revealing me

Showing my strength

Leaving scars

Cutting deep into my soul

Grace is the sandpaper

Smoothing

Polishing

Knocking off sharp edges

Love is the finish

Covering

Protecting

Enhancing my inner beauty

Unique…Eternal

The Craftsman’s masterpiece

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Scars

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Scars

“Forgive and forget…”

An unforgivable cliché

Scars climb into the coffin with us

Lying there, embedded into our souls

A lasting part of who we have become…

Some visible and obvious…

Others not so much so

Forgiveness does not erase scars

It only allows us to heal and go on

Giving us the strength to live above the pain.

Scars that do not heal bring death

Soul stirring pain so deep and so sharp

That we can bear it no more.

Go lightly on that soul

Who chooses his fate,

Unlike the rest of us who wait

For fate to come knocking .

Fear of making a choice keeps many

Dead while living …

Enduring, waiting, wondering

Bearing the scars alone

Wishing for the end

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Photo: Dwight l. Roth

A Tree Grew From My Heart

A Tree Grew

A tree grew out of my heart

With roots entwined around my toes

Each year for seventy years it grew

Rings of varying width tell stories true

Years of small beginnings fragile and thin

Others of great growth and scars within

Good years of encouragement and strength

Branching out each season increasing in length

Showing beautiful new growth as new rings swell

Shedding the bark of last season’s junk

Reaching out each morning to the warmth of the sun

A tree grew out of my heart

And in the middle of winter it broke and shattered

Split right down the middle and some limbs scattered

Feeling like it would never recover

But bruises heal time recovers that broken heart

Growing ever stronger with each new season

Putting down roots drawing deeply from its source

Knowing spring will come once again one day

This is just another step adding beauty to its depth

A tree grew out of my heart

Through every season of my life

Creating nurturing nests for the young

Shading them from the heat of the sun

Weathering hurricane storms

And the fires of life

Only to come back again and again

And now I am here in the winter of my life

This oak that grew for the past seventy years

Revealing its colors in leaves of gold

Character comes out in flaming beauty

Knowing fall is here and winter is near

This tree that has grown out of the center of my heart

Provides a resource and life for generations that follow

Who knows what will be made of my wood

In the trees of their hearts both far and near

In the forest of the future they will carry on

 

 

Sculpture of Life

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Years ago a friend of mine allowed me to try my had at wire-wielding. This is the result! It is a fascinating experience joining steel with steel. It reminds me of relationships that have forged who I am. Some strong, some fragile, others odd and some unique! One thing is for sure, great relationships create lasting bonds that are always there no matter how near or far they may be. They are like these bonds of steel never to be broken. This sculpture is a tribute to the people in my life.

Sculpture of Life

Fused bonds molten steel

Melting wire rides to its destiny

Electric fire too bright to see

Fusing retinas just as easily

Sparks of raging resistance

Yielding under intense heat

Creating scars from molten glue

Strong where two hearts meet

Relationships from the scrap bucket

Eternally joined with unforeseen connection

Forging a sculpture of strength

Finding Love and great affection

Odd coupling rejects

Sculpted  beauty of rugged proportion

A steely conjoining

Monument to uniqueness and perfection

Every relationship

Brings special breadth and depth

Each one unique

Fragile strong yet always kept

Relationship bonds

Never again rejected

Strength in the scars

and very eclectic

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Photo and Sculpture: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sticks and Stones

 

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 One thing that I find disturbing is when parents talk ” junk” about their children. Apparently they don’t realize what they are stamping into those little beautiful heads that they brought into this world.  Labeling them as “the mean one” or “the dumb one” or “the bad one” is so destructive and will be with them all their life!  The Sticks and Stones poem is a farce. Words make a difference.

Sticks and Stones will break your bones

But names will never hurt you

Hogwash

Sticks and Stones will break my bones

And words will hurt me even more

Bones heal

Remembered from time to time

Words leave scars on the soul

Indelible marks

Never erased

Perhaps forgiven

But, always there

Just like it was yesterday