Poetry – Page 20 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Empty Logic

Logic is empty
Without emotion’s driving
Towards decisions

Journeying these streets
This tiny northern city
Gentle waves on stones

A meditation during my wanderings today.

Rage at the moment
Fluttering away like air;
Tragedy’s horror

Finding myself trapped
The past remains within
Hindering progress

Woke from a nightmare
Dreams of death and resistance
To birdsong outside

I find it painful
At the end of busyness
Nothing accomplished

Dusk fades to darkness
Today’s manic striving ends
A respite until dawn

Uninspiration
Dryness of my soul
Seeps downwards
Deep within, then
Gently tapping upon
My roof, winter rain.
Roots healed and
Life returns.

It is not yet dawn
Life begins manic stirrings
Night’s calm succumbing

Fighting this illness
Wheezing more than I can stand
Rainfall comforts me