Photos: Dwight L. Roth
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The following story is a mixture of truth and fiction. It was accepted to be in the upcoming Old Mountain Press anthology, Happy Holidays. This is a collection of poetry and prose from many significant contributors. Col (Ret.) Tom Davis is the publisher. He has written several books, and puts out poetry and prose anthologies three times a year. I have my works in several of them. Information about the website is at the end of this post. You can check out all of his E-books on Amazon Kindle.
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The Eagles’ Hotel California played on WKDX radio
As I drove up to Robert’s Book Shop
It was a place I always planned to visit
Today was the day to check it out
A bell rang as I gave the stuck door a kick
Rows and rows of books, stacked to the ceiling, greeted me
A little barking pooch brought the clerk to attention
“Make yourself at home,” she said. “You’ll be here awhile!”
The lyrics to the song ran through my head
Sending a chill slowly up his spine.
Stepping back in time I wandered down row after row.
Fluorescent lighting glared harshly from overhead;
Old books from school days, novels, favorite stories
Kept appearing down every row
One of my favorite childhood books, Little Black Sambo,
(Now banned by politically correct and polite society
for having racial overtones)
Is no longer shared with children of great imagination.
Memorabilia, posters of vintage actresses, toys, and animal heads
Hung in odd places above the rows
Even an old payphone, that no longer rang hung on the wall
The smell of old books permeated the store down each row
Favorite radio shows such as Dragnet, The Lone Ranger,
and The Shadow Knows were there in book form.
Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and Uncle Wiggley
Took me down memory lane to my childhood
Every time I thought I saw everything, another row appeared
Once again the words to the song played in my head;
… “you can never leave!”
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Today, Sarah asked us to write a poem that describes someone or ourselves using the senses. I hope this is what she meant. We visited this quaint bookstore on the Oregon coast last week. It was a trip back in time and a visual feast.
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The full moon crept over the treeless plain. John Clark sat on his broken porch step and watched it rise. Clouds left eerie shadows across the yard. It was All Hallow’s Eve. There was no thought of candy or spooks and goblins.
The dry Oklahoma winds had blown away much of the topsoil. The wheat, this year, dried up in the fields. Last year, it was the swarm of grasshoppers that ate every green thing in sight.These fields were once covered with tall grasses and ranging bison. Now they were lifeless and dusty as a desert. “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.”
John had no choice, but to load his wife and four children in his old Model T Ford, and travel West. They took what they could, hoping to make it to California before the Snow arrived in the mountains.
Dust Bowl Photo: Saturday Evening Post
Bjorn at d’Verse asked us to write a prose piece of not more than 144 words. He took a line from a Louise Gluck poem, which we had to include in our writing. It was also to include the holiday theme of All Hallow’s Eve and Halloween. It was, “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.” I attempted to apply this line to the sad times of the Dust Bowl.
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People seem to like living on the edge. As the ocean continues to uncover the twisted Earth within, many still build as close to the edge as possible. Houses and Motels perch on the tops of cliffs, knowing full well, that it is only a matter of time until storm, earthquake, or upheaval will cast them into the sea! The Twisted Earth clearly tells its story. We seem to think it won’t happen to us!
Rock formations on the Oregon Coast – Photos: Dwight L. Roth
On the road to the Black Forest in Germany people seem to be celebrating Halloween all year round. They had their hedges and bushes trimmed with fun faces of ghosts and goblins. It could be very scary for little kids trick or treating on Halloween night!
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Frank Tassone asked us to write our Haikai poem today based on the tradition of Halloween. Last summer we saw these odd faces as we traveled through the Black Forest of Germany. I decided to write my poem about them.
As we were leaving the ocean, returning to our car, I noticed this huge log lying next to the pathway. It appeared to be two feet in diameter. What caught my eye were the marks on the end of the log. It was not cut down by a chain saw, but rather one bite at a time with an ax! That would take a real man (a Paul Bunyan type) to chip away enough to take the tree down. It must have been a rewarding thing for him to see the top of that tree sway, and then come crashing to the ground. Thankfully, trees are one of our renewable resources.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
“Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?”
When the cool morning mist rises over warm Autumn waters;
Is there really a song, if no one is there to hear the singing?
“Who sings in the deepest water in the abandon lagoon?”
Where humpback whales hide and play, hidden from people;
Calling with sonic voices in the depths of deep water.
“Who sings in the deepest waters of the abandon lagoon?”
Is it not a mother calling to her calf, to swim close alongside;
As she dips and dives, singing whale lullabies in morning sunshine?
“Who sings in the deepest waters of the abandon lagoon?”
Perhaps it’s the bones of whales whose songs from long ago;
Echo from the darkest depths, up into the dark waters
…of the abandon lagoon!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
We just returned from spending a part of this past week on the Oregon Coast. It was cool but beautiful. We looked for whales and enjoyed the fragmented coastline, as the waves came rolling in crashing against the rocks. While I was gone, I did not get to participate in the d’Verse poets prompts.
On Tuesday, Laura asked for a poem written with rhetorical questions. She asked us to pick a line from one of six different Pablo Neruda poetic questions and write our poem based on that line.
Today, Frank Hubney continues the challenge, introducing us to the term Polyptoton, a rhetorical device which uses words with a common base, but in different ways. I attempted to combine the two prompts in my poem. I have also repeated the quoted line at the beginning of each stanza!
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I thought I would try painting four paintings at once, all on a given theme. I chose the Greek Isles. I have not visited there, but found the colorful images of this theme to be very beautiful. I finally finished them this week. You may recognize some of the locations such as Santorini or Chios.
Paintings: Dwight L. Roth
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
I am also posting this for d’Verse Poets Pub open link night.
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Roth Poetry 