This morning birdsong
So very loud, boisterous.
Visions of spring time
Author: Carl Setzer
Haiku
Wretched
Wretched dreams drift
Pavement grinds against my mind.
Coldness burns my soul
Springtime
Light drifting through trees
Dancing wildly through the leaves
Springtime calls my dreams
Fear’s Erosion
Fear erodes our mind;
Dragging beautiful reason
To raging madness
Oh, Overworked Love
Ah, this poor word,
Describes my feeling
Towards my
Car,
Child,
Cat,
Friend,
Lover,
And so much
More….
Tis a bit confusing
At times.
And yet this is the most
Glorious sensation,
Our great driver, compelling
Towards so much
Greatness.
And beyond.
Honesty’s Power
Honesty’s power
Comes upon the edge of risk
Mysteries laid bare
Morning Colors
Sunlight trickles out
Color gracefully flowing
Each second, newness.
Guides for Love
There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.
Human hearts don’t
Work that way.Â
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.
Love entails risk
Confessing ourÂ
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.
Expectation’s Tyranny
Torture one’s psyche,
Contort our minds beyond
Recognition, seeking a path
Defined by fear’s engorged
Demands
Good Morning
Glorious sunrise
Tranquillity’s brilliant
Spectacle renews.
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