Poetry – Page 18 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Focus

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

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

Love is free from fear
Force and control is not love
Important, this is

I need to answer
How much am I willing to
Let work dominate

Social memory
History’s ghostly echos
Silently speaking

And now Friday eve
A week traveling too fast;
Buzzing brain waves glow