Far too early
To be awake.
Echoes in my mind
Haunting my dreams
Author: Carl Setzer
Haiku
This Painful Evening
Over fifty-years
Living on this
Spinning rock
Yet moments come
When, still,
That powerless
Little boy
Rises
Alone
A #Haiku from the Space Needle
Rivers of gold light
Flowing across this city
Blessings of darkness
The Solstice Approaches
Days passing past me
Daylight wanes for a few weeks
Then the axis tilts
Horrible News
Early in the day
Witnessing such suffering
A surreal day
The Amtrak derailment about 60 miles south of me dominated the news, and my awareness yesterday.
Good Morning: A Haiku
Brutal wakefulness
Abrupt, electronic noise
Reality’s grasp
Between fans blowing, my phone pinging, and alarms chiming, my morning is filled with racket.
Today’s Haiku: Lost Within My Thoughrs
Lost within my thoughts
May the dark consume me now
Joys hidden from view
A Haiku About Cold Meds
Cold meds bring me gifts
Drowsiness which slows me down
So hard to wake up
Within the Morning Rain
I lay within the morning quiet
My mind drifts to memories
As rain’s drumbeat calms.
A strange, irrythmic sound
Unexpected gaps of silence
Cool air chills my fingers
A Meditation On Rumi
I adore Rumi. The wisdom within his poetry has long guided me.
Within this small line: the importance of faith. Not necessarily directed toward any particular diety. Simply regarding our community.
Our futures are unknowable until they become our past. Even then meaning slowly gets gleaned.
I live with a dangerous mindset: desiring to understand all the ramifications of a choice before I act. This impossibility risks paralyzing me. Often, it has. Losing opportunity out of fear? That’s sad.
I need to embrace that the way will appear when it needs to, and not a moment before. And that this way is good, it is for the best.
Believe the unknown and uncontrollable are not reasons to hide, to wait, relegating opportunity to vapor.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 