Poetry – Page 239 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Uninspiration

Uninspiration
Dryness of my soul
Seeps downwards
Deep within, then
Gently tapping upon
My roof, winter rain.
Roots healed and
Life returns.

It is not yet dawn
Life begins manic stirrings
Night’s calm succumbing

Fighting this illness
Wheezing more than I can stand
Rainfall comforts me

Distraction, empty;
“Now”, the moment powerful.
Rain flows from branches

I love the painting attached to this poem. A great blend.

Your
love,
fragrant as ointment
poured forth,
awakens
me.

I run to you.

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“Draw me, we will run after thee.”
-Song of Songs 1:4

False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.

Brutality free,
Humanity unbounded
Potential released

Deeply frustrating
My autocorrect errors
Failure of my eyes

Now I’ve become lost
Aimlessly within my dreams
Nightly quietude

My values are deep
A key: generosity.
But would they hold true?