Carl Setzer

Poetry’s Power

Once I was told
Poetry’s power
Comes from framing
Life so uniquely
That people see
Truths they’re hiding from

Experimenting with using the graphic to separate my prose from the poem. What do you think?

Once I was told
Poetry’s power
Comes from framing
Life so uniquely
That people see
Truths they’re hiding from

Experimenting with using the graphic to separate my prose from the poem. What do you think?

Listening to Satie
These binary colored keys
Dancing summer light

I always envision ImImpressionistic artists as I Lilisten to Satie. Just seems so perfect. Like Bach in cathedrals.

Always keep growing
Study other’s successes
Yes, success leaves clues

I refuse to stagnate. I seek growth.

I now face forwards
Into tomorrow’s sunlight
Working together
A piece of my life’s mission: bring people together.

Moonlight hides from me

Behind the rain laden clouds

Spots on my glasses

Standing in the wind
Atop a barren mountain
Alone with my dreams

The hidden moonlight
Obscured from my view by clouds
Now to attain sleep

And now, and good night to you all.

As I stare into
The abyss, eyes peering back
A gaze, which is mine

Each piece beautiful
Each distinctly unique
Each one critical