Winter’s jagged edge
Painful anguish reaching out
Gently fails towards spring.
Category: Poetry
Oblivion’s Edge
Staring over oblivion’s edge
Ancient dreams echo back
Taunting me from the mists,
Warbling amongst fir and cedar
Known, yet unseen, untouched.
Once the sun awakens and life’s
Raucous, boisterous clamor
Silences the challenge, peace
Returns.
What is it to age?
Years go past, as they’re want to do.
I shall not despair time’s price.
Yet, though I may age, I refuse to whither,
And not go quietly into the goodnight.
No, I shall boisterously proclaim
My presence, embracing the love
Surrounding me. Grasping the
Blessedness of existence, of life.
Truth
Truth, laying hidden
In plain site, floating
Upon the spring breeze,
Raging winter storm
Or Autumn’s fallen
Leaves. Grasping
Hold of each sense,
Each sensibility, until
Reality becomes
Distilled down to
Bassest elements,
Life’s rawest truth.
This Girl
She’s like a hummingbird
Energy and passion
Vibrate from her being
Morning sunlight
In the early spring.
Drinking, her cup
Touches her lips
Ever so briefly
Pausing her vibrant
Song. Upon a breath
Light returns.
Perfection’s Deceit
Do not be deceived
A merciless path this is
Perfection’s deceit
Monday Haiku
Upon such wonders
Mundanity feels morose
Off we go: escape!
Starry Night
Jewels upon blackness,
Tangled sparkles, velvet dreams,
Icy air drives me.
Gazing
My mind drifts onward
Lighting upon cloudy dreams
Embraced future tense
Variations
Embrace the strangeness,
Unique viewpoints we each bring
Colors in stained glass
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 