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Saturday, October 13, 2018

Spider At Work: a Serendipity Studios production

Today I spied a spider
repairing a web I saw him repairing 

Today I took some pictures. 
Some came out pretty good.,,
take a look.

Tomorrow's another day.

Friday, October 12, 2018

She's A Lot Like God (poetry sure to offend someone)

A poem I composed while waiting.
She's A Lot Like God
When it comes to time
she's a lot like God
for whom a day 
is as a thousand years. 

And when she says:
"I'll be there in half an hour";
I know there's time
for a couple more beers.
(C) David H. Roche 2018

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Inquiry: poetry and photography

Inquiry (a poem)
The last two summers I grew sunflowers for fun.  By accident I discovered that a dried sunflower stalk makes a nice walking stick.  I used the first walking stick for most of this year.  It's not nearly as strong as wood and should not be used by someone who needs a cane for support. It however is very light and the natural beauty of the stalk is enhanced in time, growing darker and the organic patterns of the plant have become more clearly defined.  I've become fond of it and it shows very little wear.

I enjoy using it, just because I grew it and nurtured it and it is useful to maintain my balance. I may decorate it and put a protective coating on it. It will be interesting to see how long it remains useful.

This year, because of my experience last year, I grew more sunflowers and harvested many seed heads and a number of possible walking sticks. 

For distinctiveness this year I planted morning glory seeds which grew and entwined themselves around the eight to nine feet tall sunflowers. I did this with the intention of making a natural decoration for another walking stick. That project is ongoing as the vines and stalks dry together.

a poem by David H. Roche 

Seeds the size of a fingernail buried in May
and resurrected in June
with a glorious body
of tiny green leaves
and flimsy,
translucent stems
some of which have grown to giants nine feet tall
with golden crowns at the end of September…
now hanging their heads
one by one.

This afternoon they're like one legged dancers
swaying back and forth in the wind
at the last dance of the season
with Scrub Jays, Ravens, Chickadees
and whomever comes to sustain themselves from their flesh.

Almost as if there were a cooperative enterprise underway, 
next to the pond across the street
the remains of once plump juicy blackberries
cling to dried vines
among clusters of dry brittle leaves 
and bloodletting spines.

Their wrinkled, desiccated flesh reminds me of rabbit turds. 
Notwithstanding, they are a larder
for small birds and mice
who will return throughout the winter
to eat dinners provided by invisible hands.

All this cooperation fascinates me,
this living of life in support of the lives of others,
compels an inquiry into this "Fellowship"
of the "Mystery" of life.

poetry and photography by
(C) David H. Roche 2018

Thursday, August 30, 2018

I'm Frightened: Poetry spiritual and social issues

Note titled changed to "I'm Frightened Of Atheists". Poem in progress 

Inhumanity disturbs me at a spiritual level. By spiritual level I mean the areas of life that involve relationships and our 'natural' responsibility with regard to those relationships.

We are 'spiritually' and 'naturally' bound to each other and the environment. To sin is to behave irresponsibly with regard to the relationships we interact with.

I am appalled at the callous treatment of human beings at the border. I could not help but recall the words I had heard from the pulpit many times from Matthew 25, read the entire passage here.  

"I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

The spiritual responsibility we have regarding those we share the planet with is exposed in the words of Jesus. As a result of thinking of the events at the southern border I wrote the following poem.

I'm Frightened Of Atheists
I'm frightened…
not by people at the border
needing help and refuge.

I'm frightened by those who have hardened their hearts
and turn them away while
clutching laws to their breast,
repeating shibboleths, 
justifying the plugging of their ears,
the closing of their eyes
and ignoring of the tears.

I'm frightened
by those with hearts so dark
they cannot see God in rags with their 'spiritual eyes'...
fleeing, hungry, fearful
at the border gates in need of help.
Those people frighten me.

© 2018 David H. Roche

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

The Sunflowers Of August 2018

A few pictures of sunflowers produced by genetic information introduced to an environment of sunlight, soil, air, water and imagination. 

a production of 
Serendipity Studios
photography by David H. Roche


Monday, August 06, 2018

Mysteries and Things: poetry

Mysteries and things,
"Being" and "Existence",
"I" "That" "It":
Who is "I"?
What is "It"?

August 5, 2018:
Daylight is in the process of exchanging itself with dusk,
the afternoon breeze makes tall spindly sunflowers shimmy and shimmer 
in ever moving splotches of sunlight.

Old bones ache today
under blue skies and
"Being" identifies "Itself"
by the location of its pain
as afternoon and evening exchange colors
until there are no colors left
leaving behind only the Mystery of the "I"  
and the aching.

Poetry and photography by David H. Roche © 2018

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