sad how often
I struggle
seeking what’s
in my
heart
Author: Carl Setzer
Haiku
Music, Sweet Music
I sit, listening
My negativity fades
Bird song in sunlight
Parenting Frustrations
Clothes,
Simply…
Just clothes
Arguments burst forth
And I cant….
Children fighting
Like this thing
Defends innocent
Lives
No willingness to
Give, to attempt
Anything outside
The preconceived
“I won’t find
ANYTHING” in this
Place I’ve not yet
Seen.
Frustrated at my
Failure…
No understanding or
Trusting in my
Experience
All I’ve done
All I am;
Worthless
I am tired
A Nap
Weariness wins now
Slumber seduces me
I wake upon my couch
Flowers at the Market
I love these markets
Flowers have a special place
Portable beauty
The pursuit of war
Those who pursue war
Will doubtlessly find its wares
Collected anguish
The sun sits high
Evening has arrived
Sunlight forcing itself down
Trees in their glory
Dawn’s Handiwork
light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
Bicycles In The Rain
I spent many a day
Cycling in the rain
Seattle is my home,
After all
I must admit though
That the rain’s allure
Has waned
With these achy joints
This Spring Morning
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
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