Category: General Musing

Remembering: a haiku about suicide’s fallout

Carl Setzer

His smile in my mind
A friend’s son just took his life
These clouds are broken

My heart is heavy today. We can be so cruel sometimes, especially with ourselves. If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts please know you are not alone and that there are people who will help.

National Suicide Prevention Hotline

Call 1-800-273-8255
Available 24 hours everyday

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Forward

Carl Setzer

​What’s my path forward?

Unpredictable, of course 

My inner voice knows 

The right way.

Now, to silence the noise 

And listen to the birds 

At dawn

Standing Upon The Edge

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​I stand on the edge  

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At the Edge of Darkness

Carl Setzer

There’s so much beauty

At the edges of darkness
The power of night

Blackholes: A Haiku

Carl Setzer

Deep in outer space
Great power bending the light
As I gaze at rain

Today’s #Haiku: April 9, 2019

Carl Setzer

There are days we dread 

At least I can see them come 

These dark clouds moving 

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.

 

The Paradigm of Rage

Carl Setzer

​I reject the paradigm of rage 

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