Waking to rainfall
Bringing forth feelings of “home”
My soul echoing
With memories of drops
Gently rattling
Roofs and windows
When I, wrapped
Securely in blankets;
This world’s savagery
Still a mystery
Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
A Morning Meditation
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
Violence Bets Violence
A message from the bishop of my Synod in response to the recent horror in Las Vegas :
Violence begets violence.
Peace begets peace!
We must be about peace.
+ Bishop Kirby Unti
I found this a perfectly poetical statement, and a powerful part of his email introducing this letter.
Writing’s Mystery
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
Dreaming of Home
I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
For Tom Petty
At first, resistance
Everyone I knew
Adores all those tunes
Which , in my mind
Trite, vacant, and “No”
Glad to say that’s wrong
Gritty dissonance
Akin to Dylan
The honest seeking
Within his lyrics
Brought out the sunlight
In this darkened world
The definition of “Athletic”
As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life
Another meditation about depression
Depression
Dismantling me
From the inside out
It’s Morning
A sunrise
Wakefulness comes
Not yet ready
I resist
The Freshman Suicide
A freshman committed
Suicide
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework
Should be studied,
Driving lessons
Rehashed,
Proms planned,
Eventually weddings, childbirth
Joyful transition
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child.
Funerals for children
Brutal
Life is fragile.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 