This morning birdsong
So very loud, boisterous.
Visions of spring time
Tag: Poetry
Wretched
Wretched dreams drift
Pavement grinds against my mind.
Coldness burns my soul
Springtime
Light drifting through trees
Dancing wildly through the leaves
Springtime calls my dreams
Fear’s Erosion
Fear erodes our mind;
Dragging beautiful reason
To raging madness
Honesty’s Power
Honesty’s power
Comes upon the edge of risk
Mysteries laid bare
Guides for Love
There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.
Human hearts don’t
Work that way.
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.
Love entails risk
Confessing our
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.
Misty Motion
Mists flowing through trees
Compelled by wind’s urging.
Rivulets descend the glass
Warping these trees I view.
Refraction’s coloration divine.
Sunlight glitters upon them,
Moments flickering through
Greyness, cloudy murk
Defines my land. White
Farmhouse upon the hill
Calls to me, wondering
Where I’ve journeyed, the
Familiar seeps into my
Bones. Salvation.
Reflections
Into myself I dive
Collapsing my life
Into a single
Moment, everything
Becomes clear, but then
Fades beyond my grasp.
Love’s Immensity
Love’s immensity
Reaches beyond the body
Dancing on sunlight
Light, Love
Like something
Jane Austen would’ve wrote,
Dancing around edges,
Flickering, flirting, motion,
Seducing me, drawing me
Closer than I should;
Then I would dare if I were
Rational. But that mind
Sleeps on the edge of
Where darkness meets
Light.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 