Innocence’s core
Deep into the abyss
Consumed by our longing
Willing sold for love
A fair trade?
Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
Politics, Amongst Other Things
Life plays out
Upon this
Chessboard of deceit
Their compassion a fraud
Heart of Stone
Her heart of stone
Sedimentary rock
Made of pressure
Upon layers of
Heartache and
Pain
Fears A-Plenty
Sometimes
It’s so terribly easy
So allow vacant
Naggings
To drag down
My psyche
A Cold Overnight
Each cough
Self conscious
Creating disturbance
Where peace
Should reign
And then think
Of the germs
Launched forth
Looking for a
New host.
Pablo Neruda
Neruda’s poems
Make my heart sing
His words echo
Through my soul
I drove through this town
Historically Floridian
Just after dusk
Children biked past
To safe security
Of electric lighting
Dinners, cleanliness
And the dreams
Of being beloved
Yellowish glow
Flows from glass
Interrupting the night’s
Dark embrace.
I wonder what
Such sensation
Feels like
Thunder Struck
brilliant arcs
cross the sky
boisterous clamor
accompanies
impressive qualities
nature’s domination
reminded
We learn more by listening then by talking
We are quick to speak
So often finishing
Sentences of others
Missing details of,
Well, everything.
By rushing, everything
Is slower.
Reality often is
Counterintuitive, I guess.
Slowing, focusing, listening,
Focusing on that listening
Listening to UNDERSTAND
Not only more productive;
Relationships built.
Insecurities
My
Insecurities
Drag
Down
My
Soul
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 