Words: echoes
Of our souls.
Reverberating
The remnants
Of our dreams.
Category: Poetry
Here I stand
And so I stand
Upon this green hill
Watching the rage filled
Banter below. Unable
To comprehend, to
Descend, swinging
Into the mass melee
Of standard life.
I must stand aside
Playfully exploring
Within the forgotten
Grasses on this hill-top
Field, lost within the
Echoing glory of the
Neglected and unseen.
Explorations
Puzzlement
Flowing mind
Drifting across
Paper and electronic
Dreams.
Hearts
My heart flows gently
Over rocks, slowly shaping
Those immense, rigid
Marvels of power, strength,
Smoothing them into magnificent
Roundness, like they’d always
Been such, eternally shaped.
I hold the truth deep within;
My secret, my delight.
Weekend
And so it begins
This weekend thing of filled time
Just different stuff
Time flies
Time is flying past,
At least I find myself in
Blessed company
Strolling Observations
Moving through evening air
At the correct speed to notice
Changes amidst life around me.
Cherry trees blooming, blossoms
A gentle riot upon still visible branches
But, a few trees remain barren, though
Not yet dead. Springtime’s possibility
Not accepted yet upon those limbs
Winter’s grip remains, but waning.
Awake
Air gently cools skin
Comfortable warmth from loved ones
Sleep slowly removed
Seeking
Vibrancy I crave
Seeking learning and richness
Moving across life
Imminent spring-time
Weak though I feel,
Steps forward, grasps the future.
Embrace tomorrow.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 