Ode to a Gecko

Green Gecko posturing for her kiss

Crimson fan spread like an Egyptian palm

Swelling and deflating spread signals her

To come and join in a sweet summer’s trist

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But, how quickly you changed as colors fade

Love lasts only for a season you know

Now, as Fall leaves turn brown, dry, and curling

You too have traded your green luster show

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Now’s the time for gray burnt umber blending

Winter fast approaches…with each cold wind

Time to forget courtship…summer’s gone now

Find space to hibernate… till winter ends

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Bone-chilling winds…Heartbeat slows…Blood runs cold

Surviving to live/love another day

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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For more information on Geckos check here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anolis_carolinensis

Daddy’s Girl

Consumed moon disappears on a sunlit ocean

Yellow dreams of mermaids singing in the surf

Solitude’s wish of winter past… walking with daddy

Painted mirth merged in gouged footprints in the sand

Skulls of saints crushed and ground into nature’s delight

Today at d’Verse, Linda introduced us to Samuel Greenberg, American Poet.

“Samuel Greenberg died of tuberculosis in 1917, at age 23. His childhood was spent in poverty on the Lower East Side of New York City. After leaving school at 14 to begin working, he became ill and spent his final years as a patient in several charity hospitals where he did most of his writing.” https://logopoeia.com/greenberg/index.html

Linda gave us a list of descriptive words from The pale Impromptu and asked us to pick five of them and write a poem in any form. The photo was my muse. I took it a couple of summers ago and it has been waiting for this poem! The five I chose start each line of the poem and are in italics.

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Pool Party

When it is 100 F in the sun, there is nothing like jumping into the pool to cool off. My cute little sparrows frolicked in this plateful of water I put on my deck rail for them. The had so much fun splashing over and over again. It was a delight to watch!

Poetry in motion

Sparrows’ pool party gets wild

Temps soar to 100 F

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Finding Lunch

Last week the heat of summer went down to the low eighties, so I decided to dabble in my painting again for a change. I paint in my garage, so I don’t get much done in the middle of the summer. I decided to paint a Blue Heron wading in the shallows looking for food.

Blue Heron wades through marsh

Eyeing green frogs’ slight movements

Crawdads hide in muck

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Blue Heron Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Butterflies Buffet

Every summer Butterflies arrive to enjoy my blooming flowers. Like travelers on the interstate, they stop and refresh themselves with nutrients to sustain them on their way. Leaving their eggs and chrysalises behind they carry on year after year. They are a joy to behold, as they flit from flower to flower probing for nectar in each tiny yellow stamen. All the while they pollinate my Zinnias for next years planting.

Nature’s bright colors

Displayed in shining glory

Butterfly buffet

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Food for Thought

Wheat pours from the spout

Provides food for all of us

Natures golden grain

Wheat fields make way for houses

Farmers gone // who feeds us then?

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, we are writing a poem on the prompt Wheat. Wheat is essential to life on earth, providing food for millions of people. The wheat field above is adjacent to the development where I live. This past year construction of a new housing development has started on our side of the highway. The county has rezoned the big wheat field across the road for housing as well. Who will feed us when farmers have all sold out to developers! We just assume bread will always be on the grocery shelves.

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The Knocker

 

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The door of the Cologne Cathedral has some interesting symbolic symbols. The ornate brass knocker is a lion’s head, The lion symbol of strength goes deep in the Jewish tradition as the “Lion of Judah,” and is carried on in the Christian faith in the book of Revelation.  The door handle was very unique as well with the bird’s body and a man’s head. I am guessing it might be the head of St. Francis, who was said to be a friend to the animals and birds. Even the old Key hole and lock is symbolic. The early Apostles were told they would receive the keys to the Kingdom of God.  Perhaps that is what is represented here.
Brass Lion opens
door of a place of refuge
Summer brings tourists

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Winter of my Mind (in this summer of my life)

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I am in the winter of my mind, where shadows creep

and darkness comes early // seeming never to sleep…

closing in and overshadowing my thoughts.

 

Creativity remains with each bright new day

bringing a spot of sunshine from friends far away

of like minded bloggers and a few online friends.

 

I must close off the darkness // of  “hurricane News”

and “tornadoes of fear” // with darkness infused

leaving my mind destroyed by what I hear.

 

I’ll go back to my writing and pretend not to see

the streets in upheaval and the mothers who plea

for children caught in the crossfire // each day, it seems.

 

For truth these days seem more one’s perception

with marching politicians and Covid physicians

and dissent is met with racial accusations.

Photo; Dwight L. Roth

I am sharing this on open link night at d”Verse poets night.  With all that has been going on the past five months, I feel a little stir-crazy at times. Seems a lot of others feel the same way from all chaos I  see happening across the country, on the evening news. It pains me to see children shot, and no one seems to raise a voice or carry a sign for them. Very sad indeed! These are some of my thoughts as I stay in my cocoon!

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I got my inspiration for this poem today, after reading Lynn’s Poem this morning:

window to writer’s world

Flight of the Bumblebee

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This morning I saw that the bumblebees were enjoying my mint tea that has gone to seed. Like many other things, when summer comes it grows flower tops and makes seeds.  I was planning to cut it back in hopes of getting more fresh green stalks, but I put it off and now it is food for the bumblebees!
Bumblebees flitting
Mint flowers’ summer blossoms
Drinking Sweet Mint Tea

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Click and enjoy the music…

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Hot, Hot, Hot

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Temperatures to day were in the mid 90 F here in North Carolina. You know it is hot when the squirrel is stretched out on my chair in the shade and I am sitting inside with the AC running!
Midsummer heat wave
Squirrel and I try to keep cool
No showers in sight

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth