​Being true to “you”
In this age of social noise
Now, who is this “me”?
Category: Poetry
Welcome to November
Welcome November!
It’s supposed to rain today
This is Seattle
Autumn’s Approaching
One more day of light
Soon, autumn’s fury descends
The callous winter
A Monday Dose Of Positive Energy
Filled with potential
Vibrant, manic energy
Another Monday
I hope your Monday launches you into an amazing week.
Me? A Poet?
Calling oneself a poet
So boldly hubristic
Arrogant and empty
Of dignified reserve
Change The World: A Haiku
Make the world better
Seeking out what causes pain
Work on healing that
Gregorian Chant: A Haiku
Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
Thursday morning in Seattle
​A cold, dark morning
Covers provide resistance
Though I must rise now
Grab happiness now
Sadness is lurking
Eventually it will spring
Grab happiness now
Sadness is always nearby. Don’t wait to grab happiness!
Freedom: Speech vs Lunch
Both lunches and speech
They are striving to be free
Each in its own way
I’ve thought about the intersection of these two conceptions of freedom for some time. Working on capturing the subtle distinctions between the two ideas.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 