Carl Setzer

And Finally Sunday

This day of resting
Rejuvenating our beings
Again preparing

Outside beckoning
Summoning us towards action
Joyous rigors: life

As our labors slack
Passions which enrich our lives
Finally given air

Thursday, Friday-eve
I can feel the weekend’s breath
So close, yet not yet.

Joyously brutal
Sinister satisfaction
Crushing all delight

Listen to raindrops
Rattling rooftops gently
Soon forging rivers

Into the edge
Of the forgotten tomorrow.
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.

Come my heart.
More powerful than
This vacant, dusty
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.

This week continues
Finish yesterday’s missed stuff.
Little creation.

Now begins this week
Laden with much potential
Awaiting the seizing

As today is World Poetry Day, I offer up this contribution:

Shall we celebrate power?
Speaking conscience to the brutal.
When nothing else can resist.
Words sharper than swords?

Or those words capturing love?
That exquisite, maddening
Sensation. Delightful, painful,
No greater sorrow, or pleasure.

Poetry, indefinable, glorious
Mystery. Savor this moment
For soon we shall recommence
Our most divine torment.