Category: Poetry

A Lunar Haiku

Carl Setzer

at this brief moment

the clouds dancing with the moon

as winter deepens

Such a lovely moon this evening.

Today’s Black History Month Poet: Langston Hughes

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Another brilliant poet from history, Langston Hughes crafted such beautiful work. This one evokes, for me, so much of the painfully brutal elements of the African American journey. 

A Friday Morning Meditation

Carl Setzer

morning darkness

rainfall speaking to my soul

memories rattled loose

With most of my life spent around Seattle, rain hooks a special place in my heart. A sensation complex and layered relationship, true, from love, tranquility, sadness, and depression. Trek me shot your relationship to rain. 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many. 

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A Black History Month Poet: Maya Angelou

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As it’s Black History Month, I felt it appropriate to remind people of the brilliant legacy of Black Poets. Today I start with the legendary Maya Angelou. Facing down the brutality of her childhood, I see her as one of the great souls of human history. This particular quote speaks loudly to me, laden with wisdom. 



A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning

Carl Setzer

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth. 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?

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Winter in Seattle: A Haiku

Carl Setzer

longing for sunlight

amid the dampness and cold

childhood memories

My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.

An Edmonds Haiku

Carl Setzer
Edmonds ferry terminal at night

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves