Poetry – Page 244 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Silence

Silence’s power
Ancient echoes carried forth
Wind blowing through trees

All space-time exists
Upon the palm of her hand.
Precious and fragile

Echoing within
A gnawing pit of emptiness,
Resisted, feeling.

To find life’s balance
Continually adjust;
It’s always changing

Drifting upon air
Sunlight dancing between trees
Summer’s gentle grace

Strangely the night comes
Springing upon my workload
Exhaustion bites hard

My child rides away
Supported by his friendships
Trees colors changing

Within this forest
Reminded of things wild
Ancient green echoes

News can bring despair
Focusing of misery
Losing sight of “good”

Riding on the wind
Touching the sky with great ease
Much like Icarus