Staring over oblivion’s edge
Ancient dreams echo back
Taunting me from the mists,
Warbling amongst fir and cedar
Known, yet unseen, untouched.
Once the sun awakens and life’s
Raucous, boisterous clamor
Silences the challenge, peace
Returns.
Tag: Poetry
Gazing
My mind drifts onward
Lighting upon cloudy dreams
Embraced future tense
Variations
Embrace the strangeness,
Unique viewpoints we each bring
Colors in stained glass
Heading Home
Into darkened skies
Flung upwards against logic
Longing pulls homewards
Facing Homewards
Completed journey
Having done all that I can
Now facing homewards
Humanity’s Echoes
Morning’s strange silence,
A gentle hum from machines
Human’s echoing
Back and Forth
Reading it forwards
Our life ages gracefully.
Can we go backwards?
Journeys
I value journeys
For I learn far more than I
Ever could at home
Morning Delights
I love the mists
Drifting through
Fir boughs, stretched
Cotton-like by green
Needle fingers,
Every second
Changing shape,
Gray clouds of
Early morning
Shadowy contrasts
Blending variations
Of rich, deep greens
Against the icy
Gray-blue sky
Morning Coffee
Up I am, facing
Today, boldly stepping out.
Coffee is my friend.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 