Month: March 2018
Day 737, tide.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The tide is her now
low and clear the surrounding of current
the ground of things are.
Day 736, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Inside I look at you
a warm home to go and contemplate
and say little but everything.
Day 735, Window into the future.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Often, I see clear through
but on the surface when in focus
you see your future self.
Day 734, Perfect circle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you’re closing the circle
you have been pushed at different times
but pressure makes its rounds.
Day 733, power.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
Day 732, Night walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The trees stretch out above
the path I go at night alone
to touch the half-moon.
Day 731, turn.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I drive home and turn
because there is a being over there
I don’t want to be.
Day 730, Back to nature.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life and tales cannot conserve
the things that had once natures roots
our breath tells and takes.
Day 729, Stuck or not.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is she the first who dares.
Or the last who jumps backwards.
To get in line or to escape.
An unclear moment caught in time.
Day 728, Stuck.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One day I got stuck here.
And now I’m hanging around.
My brothers are the same.
They are like me, sticking around.
Day 727, abandon ship.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Adrift and abandoned, lost somewhere.
The sea can get wild and lure you away.
What’s left is a shell, a thing that gives up.
Where are you now at this very end?
Day 726, The shadows getting shorter.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the time of day, the shadows are still long.
They slowly move with every passing day.
The lines play a rhythm when we move along.
I dance my way till the shadows are gone.
Day 725, Still.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Staring in the distance, so I can close my eyes.
Waiting for a nowhere to go today.
I want to move but I stand still here.
Maybe later something will, so I can go.
Day 724, To stay in or to stay out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The weather is sometimes against you
The snow comes in straight or the rain just falls down.
Its nature telling you to stay home.
To enjoy the weather outside from the inside.
Day 723, Evolutionary pressures
Day's pictures, Poetry
A million years of gradual change.
Formed by the waters a pressure that shaped.
The weights that we feel now, standing up straight.
Are not like the water it’s the baggage we made.
Nochrisis 