Coal-fired lungs wheeze
Annoyance for all in my house
This crafter of phlem
As springtime rolls past windows
Buoyant blossums show
Tag: Poetry
I Am Caine
I am Caine
Acursed by God
And yet protected
Strangely blended
Mix of rage with
Hope. Enthusiasm
Tainted by jealousy
Perhaps in this, long
Life denied my
Brother, I may find
Redemption
Thoughts on Focus
Embracing the now
Eliminate distractions
Staying focused
Amidst the Clouds
Sunlight flowing through
Drifting amidst white cloud fluff
Gently warming me
A Meditation From Suburban Bohemia
Sitting here in suburban Bohemia
Trendy music echos in rafters
My elders march through
Past darkened storefronts
Embracing the silence of the zone.
Sheltered from the sky
Whether dry, cold or kind
Like now, clouds filter sunlight
The air chilled, night’s influence
Lingering like the memory of dreams.
At the edge I wait as
Automotive druids perform
Arcane rites, resurrecting
A weary shell of steel and plastic
Coffee’s tang upon my tongue
Distort
When fear arises
Tranquility’s clarity
And vision distort
A Friday Meditation
Avoid regret’s pangs
Each day born of potential
Growing towards the sun
A Tuesday Meditation
Upon this night’s end
I lay calmly fading out
Dimming sunlight wins
This Monday Morning
Tranquil grey skies now
Damp remnants of rain linger
Wet blossoms clinging
Petals Fall
Flowers delicately fall
Water ripples freely
Outwards, embracing
The stars
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 