Believing in that unbelievable Spirit of all Creation
Experiencing grace and comfort in not knowing
In this winter of freezing joints and pushing buds
I defy the waiting cold earth with warm sunshine
I write my simple poems from inspired words unknown
As night closes in, each new day dawns
“I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf” – from The Paradox by Paul Dunbar
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Laura asked us to consider writing from the perspective of paradox. She gave us some lines from different poems to choose from for inspiration. I chose the one from Paul Dunbar’s, The Paradox.
Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace ~ Dogen
Time pounds our lives like the ocean pounds the shore.
Do you not know how short and fragile life can be?
Some think wealth or power will produce a lasting legacy.
When all becomes bones and dust and empty coffins pilfered.
Strive to live the legacy you desire, not bound by time or life’s travail.
Such a life carries on generation to generation, spirit to spirit
Like grains of sand glistening on the beach, brought back again and again.
That lasting legacy is Love..
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a spiritual/mystical poem using a line from a list of several she gave us. She said we could also use the line as a Epigraph at the beginning of the poem. I chose the line written by Dogen for my Epigraph.
Watching change taking place in my lifetime makes me conclude that it doesn’t happen quickly. Seems like paradigm shifts are happening all around, demanding immediate changes in society. History shows us it may take awhile.
As time slips by I find joy in moments
Beauty of yellow wildflowers swaying
Song of bright red Cardinal singing sweetly
The world around me struggles with rebirth
The same weeds come up from long hidden roots
Pulled so plump red tomatoes can grow
This is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse Poets Pub. Linda asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using the prompt slip. My poem today deals with the passage of time; living one day at a time, and being in the moment of awareness of all that is going on around me.
One of the greatest things that happens is when skills of the older generation are passed on to the younger one. Some skills like quilting are almost a lost art. Sharing this experience strengthens the bond of love in a very special way. This time together will not soon be forgotten.
Do you ever feel like you are stuck in a Ponderosa Pine stump and can’t get out? Maybe all this staying at home, for who knows how long, will teach us what bears already know; how to hibernate and sleep through the down times! Hopefully we won’t stay as long as Rip Van Winkle. Even so, by the time we come back out the world will be a different place than the one we remember.
A pair of house finches pull sunflower seeds through the mesh. A new year has begun for us; but, for them it is still a matter of survival. Hopefully, my feeder provides them with needed resources as winter comes on strong.
Time keeps on ticking
Means nothing to my finches
Everyday’s the same
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Today at D’Verse Poets Pub, Bjorn asked us to write a Haibun that refers to the new decade starting and new beginnings.