I find it painful
At the end of busyness
Nothing accomplished
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
Monday passes
Dusk fades to darkness
Today’s manic striving ends
A respite until dawn
Uninspiration
Uninspiration
Dryness of my soul
Seeps downwards
Deep within, then
Gently tapping upon
My roof, winter rain.
Roots healed and
Life returns.
Dawn Approaches
It is not yet dawn
Life begins manic stirrings
Night’s calm succumbing
Upon my couch
Fighting this illness
Wheezing more than I can stand
Rainfall comforts me
Focus
Distraction, empty;
“Now”, the moment powerful.
Rain flows from branches
Yours.
I love the painting attached to this poem. A great blend.
Hope is resistance
False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.
Unbounded by fear, embraced by love
Brutality free,
Humanity unbounded
Potential released
Autocorrect Woes
Deeply frustrating
My autocorrect errors
Failure of my eyes
