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Black History Month Meditation 1: Langston Hughes

Carl Setzer

​Reading Langston Hughes 

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p style=”font-family:’Helvetica Neue’, Arial, sans, sans-serif;”>I’m spending Black History Month exploring black ports and their great works. Langston Hughes came to mind first. I’m also thinking of Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison. Do you have ideas? I’d love to hear about up-and-coming poets. 

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Sunrise Meditation

Carl Setzer4 Comments

Laying here
Sun not yet risen
Quietude dominates. 

Bushes outside
This window, soon
Bursting with the
Songs from vigorous
Birds. Oblivious
To their beauty.

They hear stories
Loneliness, violence,
Domination, love and death.

Songs that change daily
Yet remain constant.

Quietude vanishes into life. 

A Meditation From Suburban Bohemia

Carl Setzer

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Sitting here in suburban Bohemia
Trendy music echos in rafters
My elders march through
Past darkened storefronts
Embracing the silence of the zone.

Sheltered from the sky
Whether dry, cold or kind
Like now, clouds filter sunlight
The air chilled, night’s influence
Lingering like the memory of dreams.

At the edge I wait as
Automotive druids perform
Arcane rites, resurrecting
A weary shell of steel and plastic
Coffee’s tang upon my tongue