In today’s divided society, with cameras everywhere, no one wants to wait for the system to do its job. We all have our opinions about what we are fed on the News Media. Some believe everything and others believe none of it. Protests and riots occur immediately when incidents happen. When we are given only half of the truth, we tend to accept it as the whole truth. This divides us even more. When opinion becomes truth we are all in trouble.
Everyone judge and jury
Tantrums thrown stores up in flames
Not everyone gets their way
Today at d’Verse, Grace asked us to write a protest poem. She emphasized that words and poetry are powerful tool that can help bring about change in our world. I struggle with all division and misinformation that comes across social media. The tragic deaths of black men and women, as well as police officers, and children killed in crossfire disturbs me greatly. Somehow we need to learn to listen to each other and co-operate together to make everyone’s life better. I have written my poem in the Tanka format!
Doer of projects large and small… in and outside the box
Writer of poetry, theology, stories, and memoirs
Imaginative, creative // musician, and painter
Giver, helper, fixer, loyal friend // lover, and family man
Happy, hopeful, emotional, compassionate, and disillusionary
Truth seeker, lover of beauty // spiritual thinker
Sit with me awhile
Dialogue truth and beauty
Find spring in winter
Today at d’Verse we were asked to do a Selfie poem! This was one the hardest challenges yet. What does one say about themselves!?? It was very hard to decide what to share, so I did an acrostic and a haiku to sum myself up!
So many people
all with differing views
in our changing world
looking for love and kindness
Some seek their truth
Answers that define us all
Uniqueness shines through
Reveals how different we are
So many voices
lost in the thundering roar
crying to be heard
claiming their place in the world
We are a mix
like it or not // here to stay
Proud of who we are
As the wheels… go round and round
My Zinnia Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Anmol shared that in the midst of all that is going on, June is Gay Pride month. He asked us to write a poem that relates to this. I decided to look at what I feels is the motivating factor underlying all that is happening, and that, I believe, is being recognized as authentic! I decided to use the Tanka form for this poem, and do several stanzas.
Finding truth in today’s world
is like panning for gold.
We gather our pan full of sand
our minds swirling around;
Washing out the stones and gravel
sifting through bits of silt.
Hoping to find a glint of truth
in the bottom of it all.
Sometimes // we find a speck
here and there;
Other times, all we end up with
is fools gold!
Art is often unappreciated till the artist is long dead.
By then a new generation who reads and hears
or looks and sees values the beauty others missed.
Artists paint and poets write their understanding of truth
in hopes that it will resonate with another soul.
Words bring light in a dark night of disillusionment.
Truth is often ignored, denied, or rejected
So we wrap it in enticing words that draw you in
then lay it out with arrows that gently pierce your soul;
Hoping that a few will stick long enough to make a difference.
~Dwight L. Roth`
Painting : Dwight L. Roth
This sums up why we write and create art…
“Posterity may even, will likely even, forget us entirely. And yet, we are writing. And we are, for the purposes of this discussion at least, thinking about writing something of immediate force that might remain relevant to the future.” ~ Czeslaw Milosz
Is it knowledge and understanding that keeps me strong
Or perhaps the intellectual freedom
To pursue my thoughts and expand my mind
Some say knowledge is truth and nothing more
But for me it is faith that sustains me
For most of us perspective is truth
Those things we heard from our mother’s knee
The sermons preached from the Holy Book
Or perhaps the trauma and turmoil of life
Eats and gnaws its truth into our soul
But for me faith is what sustains me
Many believe they have a handle on truth
And all others are wrong who disagree
How small heaven must be
How few there must be who find the way
But for me my faith sustains me
To believe in God’s unfailing Love
Beyond knowledge and understanding
To see that Word made flesh in human form
Sharing His love all around me
It may be truth or it may be perspective
But for me it is this faith that sustains me.
On top of Grandfather Mountain is a long metal swinging bridge. The winds coming across the ridge create extreme stress on the bridge. In order to keep the bridge stable, there are several heavy cables anchoring the bridge to the solid granite rock below. As a result, there is little chance of damage to the bridge. As we come to the last day of 2019, it is important to remember to stay anchored in 2020! What are your anchors?
Life’s a series of abstract images
Some realistic some absurd
Reality eludes the ideologist
Illusions of truth plague the pragmatist
Do we seek the photo-perfect image
Or blurred lines of enhanced color
Abstractions of truth stand alone
In the minds of all who follow
Distortions also stand alone
In media and pulpit
Abstraction better left
To paint slingers and sculptors
Leaving voyeurs of truth
To speculate on what they perceive
And claim it as their own