And so I stand
Upon this green hill
Watching the rage filled
Banter below. Unable
To comprehend, to
Descend, swinging
Into the mass melee
Of standard life.
I must stand aside
Playfully exploring
Within the forgotten
Grasses on this hill-top
Field, lost within the
Echoing glory of the
Neglected and unseen.
Tag: Poetry
Explorations
Puzzlement
Flowing mind
Drifting across
Paper and electronic
Dreams.
Weekend
And so it begins
This weekend thing of filled time
Just different stuff
Time flies
Time is flying past,
At least I find myself in
Blessed company
Awake
Air gently cools skin
Comfortable warmth from loved ones
Sleep slowly removed
Renewal
Blossoms bursting forth
Another awakening
The sleepers awake
Mortality
Our mortality
Brutally enforced mandate
The demands of time
Cruel Motivations
Driven forwards
Grinding desire
For perfection
Fearful, knowing
Against logic
Your wretched
Miserable infliction
Upon humanity
Only cured by
Self destruction
Early Cherry Blossoms
Movement calmly slows
This winter’s gently calm sun.
New cherry blossoms
Hand Crafted
Look upon roiling edges,
This vertigo inducing
Abyss of my own undoing.
Crafted by my own hands,
This yawning chasm, dug
By each act of selfish ambition.
A billion small motions.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 