Social memory
History’s ghostly echos
Silently speaking
Category: Poetry
Well, It’s Thursday
And now Friday eve
A week traveling too fast;
Buzzing brain waves glow
Muses of Misery
Drifting mind
Slaughtered within
Its own rages
Brutalizing itself
Uncaring; damage done
Lost, calling silently
Screaming into
Empty echoes
Heard by no one
And surprised
By the lack
Of response
Heedless of its
Own demand
For isolation.
This vacant
Land inhabited
By the muses
Of misery
Tyranny of the Urgent: A Haiku
Lost within the now
Tyranny of the urgent
No future in sight
A Haiku From The Past
Upon air I fly
Drifting lightly, clouds below
Light flows into night
This one came from my notes. Written in 2010, but not about air travel.
Nearly Spring
At dawn’s light, birdsong
Clamoring boisterously,
Spring-time awakens
Tasty Grace
Flowing gracefully
Lovely delights upon bread
Peanut butter rocks!
Freedom’s Call
Life is resistance
Often reflexively done
Freedom’s cry is loud.
Young vs Old
Despairing of youth
Lamenting lost old ways
Habits of the old
Forbidden
What is forbidden
Is not always wrong, rather
Damages power
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 