Poetry – Page 21 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Focus

Distraction, empty;
“Now”, the moment powerful.
Rain flows from branches

I love the painting attached to this poem. A great blend.

Your
love,
fragrant as ointment
poured forth,
awakens
me.

I run to you.

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“Draw me, we will run after thee.”
-Song of Songs 1:4

False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.

Now I’ve become lost
Aimlessly within my dreams
Nightly quietude

My values are deep
A key: generosity.
But would they hold true?

Sunlight descending
Clouds alight behind mountains
Crispness upon wind

Manic busyness
Sunlight slowly reclaims days.
January rains

The sun collapses
Into itself, within dreams
Hope’s power calming

Remembering songs,
Falling earthward from the stars,
Gracefully dreaming

As I grow older
I shall resist feebleness
Living vibrantly