Daily Haiku – Page 107 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

What do I believe

Faith’s varied calling
Change floats in upon the wind
Unsure of one’s heart

Upon this night’s end
I lay calmly fading out
Dimming sunlight wins

Tranquil grey skies now
Damp remnants of rain linger
Wet blossoms clinging

Tranquility asks
Freedom from tyrrany’s reach
Into the within

These tiniest things
Microscopic, effective
Brutalizing me

Shortly after dusk
Dreams emerging vibrantly
The day echoing

Bits of arrogance
A savior to everyone?
Nothing gets done well

Frustrations pounding
Cruely dissecting my faults
Mountain air saves me

Awake far too late
Mental ramblings flowing
Darkness calming me

Wrapped within three lines
Syllables five, seven, five,
Beauty in those primes