poetry, prose, and photography
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.
Yes, I am awake
And the birds sing with vigor
Dawn has not yet come
I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress. It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps.
As I sit, awake
Enjoying this calm morning
We all needed rest
I’ve been awake for a bit, exploring Twitter, reading a bit. Now tea summons me. I must heed the call.
When I said “haiku”
The response was “gesundheit”
Healthy poetry?
Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
āMay 24, 2918
What will that day like?
Beyond my imagining
So far forward
Where my name
Will have faded
Into the realm of dreams
This notion brought about
By my misplaced fingers
Despair’s a liar
There’s always a way forwards
Hints of dawn’s colors
I know how easy it is get lost in fear, my mind racing with destructive dreams. It’s corrosive to my joy.
A productive day
Maintaining my focus helps
Fewer distractions
Another evening
I’ve had my fill of outrage
Time to go to bed
Kerning crafts beauty
The poetry of white space
Ink and paper play
Spring’s blossoms wither
White petals falling with grace
A summer snowfall
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 