poetry, prose, and photography
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
For so great a mind
Those who understand “Assay”
Others are tested
Why do we loathe such
These creatures that adapt well
To our wastefulness
Squirrels, rats, myriad insects, and so many other creatures that have adapted well to living in the shadow of humanity. These we loathe, finding beauty in those struggling to find a place in the world we’re rapidly changing.
Between light and dark
Where love and anguish loiter
With snow upon leaves
Rage’s engine roars
A machine that churns out death
While rotting out souls
Seems this is the favorite piece of equipment to operate anymore.
There are many fears
They will never be lonely
I can leave them be
It’s so hard, sometimes, to disentangle from my fears. They are so deeply interwoven into my life. Yet I’ve rooted out many over the years.
May you be freed from fear’s inertia. From its attempts to rob you of joy and wonder.
And may your Sunday recharge and invigorate you.
Birds break the silence
No cares for propriety
Suburbia’s charms
I hope your Friday night we lovely. Tis now time for slumber to dominate.
Your dreams are reachable
Your hopes? Attainable
By pushing through our mind
And barriers unkind
These fake, empty notions
Defeat with trust, motion
Such wretched sadness
Pained hearts and tears aplenty
Cold rain falling now
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 