poetry, prose, and photography
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
Memories come
Unbidden
Ghosts of my youth
Painful moments
Choices I’ve made
But not understood
There’s wisdom there
Not just misery
Forgive the boy
That I was
And see inside
My heart
Now I understand
My internalized mind
Echoes of fears and failures
This early spring morn
Still dark
No hints of dawn
Yet I know
It will come
I am awake in the early morning, pondering all that troubles me.
Walking upon the shore
Sunlight landing upon my face
My skin warm, nicely so
Friend talk, warmed hearts
And children yet again taller
Than a moment ago
Evoking parental wonder, and triggering
Eternal frustration for children
How do I relearn
To dream boldly
To reach for the stars?
First look skyward
In the night’s sky
Gaze upon Orion’s belt
One can’t reach
What one cannot see.
Vision creates
Boldness
I watch a hummingbird
And wonder about time
Are we only allowed
A specific number
Of heartbeats?
A song in emptiness
So beautiful
Demanding a response
Tones bouncing
Stars flicker forth
Atoms, elements born
Motion, energy,
Life
Learn more about the Oran Nor here.
My place
Is everywhere
And nowhere
Anywhere the sun
Shines or rain
Descends with
Grace and beauty
Your dreams are reachable
Your hopes? Attainable
By pushing through our mind
And barriers unkind
These fake, empty notions
Defeat with trust, motion
The tree begins anew
Light flows, that old dance
Colors, bees, birds…you know
Life will carry on long beyond me
At times
It is hard to remember
All the good in the world
Despair is a cruel teacher
Grapple with thankfulness
And accept the grace of love
That comes, truly, it comes
Often unexpectedly
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 