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Reading Langston Hughes
And about his vocational drifting
I have a thing for the wanderer
My own career meanders
Weaving back and forth
Across green fertile fields
Vibrancy within each step
I’m spending Black History Month exploring black ports and their great works. Langston Hughes came to mind first. I’m also thinking of Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison. Do you have ideas? I’d love to hear about up-and-coming poets.
Awake before dawn
In winter that is normal
Dawn’s not soon enough
Morning potential
Before the day’s chaos starts
Plans get distorted
Darkness descending
That living within our hearts
Often thrives at night
A tactical strike
Evading the defenses
Safe within their heart?
i live for the light
dancing within the grey clouds
here upon the shore
Work morning ’til night
Efficiency’s tyranny
Our rest becomes lost
Do you feel your work life is balanced with all the rest of what’s important?
Today’s light is gone
Faded into memory
The air’s cool stillness
News received
Unpleasantly
Deeply tinged
With sadness
Into a mirror
Gazing, wondering,
Unshaven for this
Weekend
Grey dominates
My beard
Change comes,
Celebrated at times
Or with dread
But it comes
Inevitably
Flame flutters
Victim of the breeze
Candles flicker
Departing from
Pedestals
Into the
Stars
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 