Each minute pops up
Opportunities to spend
Always needing more
Category: Poetry
Bird Song – Spring Morning
I awoke to bird song
A bush awash in voices
In this darkness: spring
Oh, Peanut Butter
Oh peanut butter
Deep within my intestines
My abundant life
Steel and Plastic Motion
Engine’s rumbling
Masses of plastic and steel
Suburbia lives
A windy evening
Softly blowing wind
The tree’s motion rattles leaves
White noise moaning
Boldly Dreaming
Dreams growing bolder
Reaching out from deep within
Unstoppable force
The Hope In Springtime
Spring’s breeze carries hope
Sometimes escaping our gaze
Then, abruptly, here
Six Words
Air moves
Downwards With
Cold water
Ah, Girl Scout Cookies!
Girl Scout cookies
A regular exercise
Failing discipline
Guitar’s Caress
Guitar’s caress
Moves against my soul
Alighting my mood
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 