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Monday morning #Haiku

Carl Setzer

Awakened pre-dawn 

My mind racing with ideas

New blossoms have come 

May your Monday start an  effective and rewarding week.

A Haiku From This Evening’s Walk

Carl Setzer

The water’s stillness

With the sun moving westward

Spring’s daylight now ends

I live about 30 miles north of Seattle. I adore walking along the Edmonds waterfront. Many of my shots posted here are from this small city. My history here goes back a few generations. Simply walking here brings forth memories of cousins, grandparents.

This Morning’s Sunrise: A #Haiku 

Carl Setzer

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Today’s #Haiku: April 6, 2019

Carl Setzer

Spring is clearly here

Daffodils precede tulips

I walk in the rain

Haiku: April 5, 2019

Carl Setzer

A day of motion
Finally I can find rest
The sun through blossoms

Safety 

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His soul hides

Deep within old leather covers 

Safe upon the shelf 

Sometimes pulled down 

Blowing dust free 

Forgotten poems read 

In the fading light 

Of dusk 

Lessons I Learned About Deserts This Winter

Carl Setzer

Seattle’s winter taught me something new: deserts hate me. In the deepest cold of February, as the upper left coast shivered in a frigid, deeply embrace, my skin burned. Cracking, peeling, bleeding, the lack of moisture in the air brutalized me. Far more painful that I remember.

Over the years I dreamt of journeys through the Southwest. Wandering the desert canyons, a soundtrack featuring R. Carlos Nakai, perhaps tied to a writer’s retreat, I explore the zen within the arid land. Tranquility filling my soul.

Now I fear my skin crumbling off my bones. Needing to bathe in moisturizer. Not the most pleasant imagery.

Perhaps my mind exaggerates. It often plays such tricks on me. The dream still lingers. No harm, I guess, in holding that. Maybe the tranquility compensates for the damaged skin.

Such randomness within in my mind.

Unfamiliar with R. Carlos Nakai’s music? His native flute music carries me deep within, speaking to my depths.

 

Haiku: April 3, 2019

Carl Setzer

In this daylight
Work flows from fingers
Will the rains clean the street?

Exploring Faith And Music

Carl Setzer

I love music that challenges me, pushes my understanding of what music, what it can convey. So I look forward to exploring this playlist. Let me know what you think.