Seduction

Tomato in my garden (2)

Springtime smiling green
Tomatoes heavy on the vine
Shining in the sun
Swollen flesh pumped full
Rainwater fills every space
Face tanned by the sun
Chameleon turns
Green to blushing red cheeks
Smiling in the sun
Seduction draws me
Sinking my teeth in your flesh
Juice drips off my chin

My tomato photo taken this morning: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone discussed the Imaginism style of writing poetry, where the subject is described with detailed imagery.  He asked us to write in Free Verse or a series of Haiku. I love writing Haiku so I chose that format.

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Where Earth Meets the Sky

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Today I sat beside a stream
Watched a Titmouse take a bath
Listened to the birds that sing
While ants crawled on the path
Flowers bloomed in warm sunlight
Tall and strong with heads of yellow
Swaying there with smiles so bright
Nature’s garden is waving hello
The air was cool // the sun was hot
Above my head the willows sigh
In the shade’s my chosen spot
‘Tis a perfect place I sighed
So there I sat the morning out
While bees buzzed round close by
Thought to myself // no need to pout
Where earth meet the sky

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Happiness and Joy

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In this time of uncertainty we soon find out who we really are as people. Some go into a tail spin and become fearful of every little thing. Others try in vain to stock up hoards of stuff to satisfy their manic tendencies. Some believe God is in control and all will work out in time for our good.  For many, happiness is gone; replaced with anxiety. I am sure we all experience some of these tendencies. How we approach a crisis is much the same as we approach our every day life. Happiness is like the weather; sunny one day and raining the next. Joy goes to the core of our being and sustains us through the bad weather that will come in our lives. Remember what is important in life.

Happiness and Joy
Happiness is a little bird
Perched on the rail
Right within my grasp
Only to fly away
The moment
I reach out to take hold of it.
Joy is the blood
Pumping through my veins
A constant rhythm of rejuvenation
Not something to be possessed
Rather something to be
Joy is what keeps my soul alive

 

I posted this back in December, but feel it might be helpful to post it again.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Lone Crocus

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Touches of spring come up out of the ground, reminding us not to despair. Warm weather is just around the corner. I saw this lone crocus shining in the pine-bark mulch along my sidewalk. The tiny green sprigs accenting the egg-yoke colored blossom is a joy to see. The daffodils are already starting to bloom as warm southerly breezes  continue through this week here in North Carolina.

Sunshine pushes through

Defying winter’s cold chill

Letting the chips fall

*****

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Reminders of Spring

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The warm days over Christmas have given the flower bulbs a jump start. I saw these daffodils pushing through the ground in my flower beds. It was a pleasant reminder that winter will not last long and spring is on the way.

While we celebrated with family and friends

Daffodils remind us the seasons never end

New growth has started generating new flowers

Pushing through the ground with warm sun and showers

Many cold winter days still to come

Plants will shiver as they wait for more sun

So… if January days give you the blues

Remember that spring will be here on queue

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iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Homeless Doves Gather

EER_0515 (4).JPGDoves, fluffed up, gather
on my leafless grape arbor
Soaking up sunshine.
Two Turtle Doves adorn a
lifeless tree with three French Hens.
Christmas  approaches
As our mad world rushes by
with no thought of why!
A baby in a manger
brings hope to a hopeless world.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Lara, at d’Verse, asked us to consider the word less as we write our poem. She gave us a list of words that had less as the suffix less. We were to choose at least one or more of them for our poem.

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Waiting for Mist to Rise

EER_0696 (3).JPGBeyond the mist the sun is smiling
Waiting for it to lift
The cool damp blanket of morning dew
Hanging on every stick
The flowers drink in the fluid of life
Standing shiny and slick
Lifting their petals in thanks to God
For the refreshing drink he gives
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When the fog sets in and clouds your view
Accept it with gratitude
Consider it a time of healing
Waiting for the sun to burst through
In those inner moments as things close in
Our view seems not quite so clear
Let faith grow strong // cement your bond
Know the sun will shine through

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth