I stand upon the edge of light,
Staring far off, into dreams.
Feather-like flutters upon mists
Flowing into life’s reservoirs.
Darkness lapping upon my heel,
My sole. Vacantly lost in thought,
Drifting along the song’s pacing,
I disappear, finding my heart.
Category: Poetry
Moments drifting now
Lips commanding attention
The soul is singingĀ
Love’s complexity
Love’s complexity
Rich and varied in meaning
Confusing feelings.
Fleeing righteousness
Drifting upon a hot summer’s wind
Burning mercilessly, magnifying the
Suffering of the maligned and neglected
Wretched retribution by the raging
Self-righteous. Indignant about any
Perceived attitude of equity.
Sunlight fades, colored bursting glow.
Never to eek out more than a breath
Of my imagination. Slightly glorious
Fading into night’s uniformity.
Views upon belovedness
Strange word, love.Ā
Which means so very much,
Blend of similar emotions.
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Often born out of lust,
That short term burst,
Energy, focus, easy flow,
From delight to boredom.Ā
At times I wonder the themesĀ
Of those transitions from lust
To love. Where the dream passes
From self gratification to delightĀ
In that other, the beloved’s joy
More glorious than sunlight.Ā
Life giving, freeing, beyondĀ
Emptiness. Perfection. Ā
Carpe diem
For some, “seizing the moment”
Involves a death grip.
Hold that moment forever
Or until it’s torn from our
Grasping, finite fingers.
I seek, simply, to be fully in
Each moment. To savor each
Second dearly. Taste each piece
And fully know it, before it
Collapses into the vaporous
Collective of memory.
Saving Grace
Sometimes, my goal is
Simple: don’t screw thingsĀ
Up, don’t make it worse.Ā
Really, the best I offer?
Love, to care, gently holdingĀ
Small pieces of this
Life, and try to help themĀ
Feel their glorious uniqueness.
Maybe, just maybe, bring a
Little bit more light into
This angry, bitter world.
Of such I dream.
Saturday Morning
Awoke to bird song.Ā
Emotions flittering past
This morning’s blessing.Ā
Enlightenment’s Mercies
Metal descendsĀ
Hissing loudly
Linear flowĀ
Impacting boneĀ
Nerves, spineĀ
Seperated fromĀ
Itself. TheseĀ
Strange actsĀ
Of brutalĀ
Mercy. Ā
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 