Poetry – Page 37 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Playing with Fire

One must be cautious
If you choose to play with fire,
Is your heart the fuel?

I seek the oblivion
Of knowledge

Within the finite emptiness
Between yin and yang
Exists everything,
I long for.

I won’t seek to tame.
If anything, it’s your
Flame that appeals
Burning bright against
Dawn’s light. Glorious
Destruction.

Plato’s cave reverberates
My eyes adjust to the light.

Amazing to me
The transference of worry
To another’s child.

Love’s ability to move
Intertwining deep within
Joyfulness abounds.

Experiences
Flowing downwards to my soul
Freedom blossoms forth.

Clouds eating sunlight
Gray brightening in the morn
Life passing quickly

Keep looking forward
Resist backward obsession
Growth is my focus

Stare into their souls
Nurture to magnificence
Grasping their true being

Two sets of legs
Intertwine.
Caressing gently.
Passion, absent
Love.

Hard skin
Rattles against
Touch.
Consummation
Culminates
With consumption,
Destruction of one.

Each pair of legs
Re-divides, eight
Alone again.

At once both fearsome
And calmly reassuring.
Strange duality.

Retreating darkness
Light now slowly reclaiming
Losses of winter.