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A Soup Of Chat Systems

Carl Setzer2 Comments
Woman, Laptop, Coffee

I can SO relate to this xkcd comic right now.

Venn drawing of chat networks
I have a hard time keeping track of which contacts use which chat systems via xkcd comics.

I’ve dealt with this a lot over the years. In 2020 this has seriously challenged me. I do try to make sure my contact list has notes about that, my system is…incomplete.

Being a good networker (which is, really, being a good friend) involves respecting people’s preferences. I have friends who HATE Facebook, or Twitter, or are not on Instagram, or who are only on Instagram, or who loathe email…we can continue on with this. Little notes go a long way with this. But it requires time, which is on the rare side right now.

 

Laden By Rain

Carl Setzer

now laden by rain
bowed by gravity’s demands
longing for sunlight

Saw this flower on one of my recent walks. The rain had it bowed over. This haiku came forth.

Laden By Rain

Carl Setzer

now laden by rain
bowed by gravity’s demands
longing for sunlight

A Sunflower In Autumn

Carl Setzer

as the sunlight wanes
the sunflower sings boldly
a gentle wind blows

Monday night haiku

Carl Setzer

in the autumn rain

petals holding reflections

ghosts of the summer

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An Autumn Rose

Carl Setzer

in the autumn rain
petals holding reflections
ghosts of the summer

 

Monday Morning

Carl Setzer

Night progresses

Into morning

Streetlight flickers off

‘Tis Monday. You ready for the week? It’s a grey day here in Seattle, hence the grey poem.

I hope that gives you everything you need with grace and dignity.

The Day’s Rain

Carl Setzer

now walking at night

the day’s rain has faded

such grace in silence

Autumnal Rain

Carl Setzer

Autumnal Rain
Autumnal Rain: A Haiku

summer’s grace
in autumnal rain
forgotten

Walking in a neighborhood park past play equipment that often fills with delighted children, now sits empty. Have children forgotten such things?

Early Morning

Carl Setzer

the arriving dawn
early morning silence
the sound of home

A view from my neighborhood. Seattle’s murky skies: my vision of home. One of them, at least.