Embrace the strangeness,
Unique viewpoints we each bring
Colors in stained glass
Author: Carl Setzer
Inconsistency
Powerful words
Burst downwards
From the angry sky
Singing songs of
Rage and anguish
Into the vacant night’s
Sky, echoing amongst
Cold stars
It comes in bursts,
like the rising and falling
of a fickle storm
with no end or
destination,
and like a storm
It is wet and violent,
treacherous to
those nearby
and beautiful to those
who watch from
their windows,
blissful and far removed.
Sometimes I seek comfort
in the storm;
in the rage, the tears,
the spiraling thoughts
and emptiness I do not
wish to feel, yet
it is all I have ever
felt. And we all
cling to the familiar.
Heading Home
Into darkened skies
Flung upwards against logic
Longing pulls homewards
Facing Homewards
Completed journey
Having done all that I can
Now facing homewards
Humanity’s Echoes
Morning’s strange silence,
A gentle hum from machines
Human’s echoing
Travel’s Value
A huge distance home
I’m learning all that I can
Returning better
Back and Forth
Reading it forwards
Our life ages gracefully.
Can we go backwards?
Journeys
I value journeys
For I learn far more than I
Ever could at home
Morning Delights
I love the mists
Drifting through
Fir boughs, stretched
Cotton-like by green
Needle fingers,
Every second
Changing shape,
Gray clouds of
Early morning
Shadowy contrasts
Blending variations
Of rich, deep greens
Against the icy
Gray-blue sky
