Month: January 2020
Day 1408, driving home.
Day's pictures, PoetryThe sea
is quiet
but the sun
is loud
this afternoon
~
it’s
only
a few weeks
each year
that I can see
it
like this
Day 1407, lucky.
PoetryAfter
a long fall
I landed
softly
on the ones
that fell
before
me
Day 1406, alone 2.
Day's pictures, PoetryI live
on an Island
~
but
there is this bridge
to the rest
of the world
~
I sometimes
wonder
if
I really live
on an Island
Day 1405, one.
Day's pictures, PoetryFrom deep
down
the darkest
caves
~
smoke
from baking
bread
and culture
~
spread
through the air
seeping
into all
our pores
Day 1404, cloak.
Day's pictures, PoetryRage
is a thin
red
line
~
with
black
on both
sides
Day 1403, alone.
Day's pictures, PoetryThere
are many islands
I
will never see
~
but
I have been
on one
so
I know
how it feels
Day 1402, and a few windows.
Day's pictures, PoetryWe dream
of a tower
like it’s
our mind
with
no corners to break
~
your song
~
and
the only way
in
is from
below
a thousand stairs
down
Day 1401, shedding.
Day's pictures, PoetrySlowly
our colourful
protection
sheds
~
it cast
some shadows
and falls
away
~
what lefts
is raw
but
hasn’t seen
the light
for many
days
Day 1400, overview.
Day's pictures, PoetryI don’t think
there is anyone
that knows
what you see
~
but it is
in our nature
to imagine
Day 1399, nut case.
Day's pictures, PoetryI
can slowly
wind down
or
force
myself up
~
I am screwed
Day 1398, led.
Day's pictures, Poetryit’s grey
outside
~
and the wind
led
the rain
over my window
~
where
it normally
gets wiped
Day 1397, fingers.
Day's pictures, PoetryFill your canvas
with
your fingers
some red
yellow
green
blue
and
no direction
~
and then
~
the day
will
not start
till it is tomorrow
Day 1396, room to grow.
Day's pictures, PoetryAn empty mind
makes nice echo’s
Day 1395, work.
Day's pictures, PoetryI don’t
put
any animals
on
my boat
~
but
it will still
save me
Day 1394, separetly.
Day's pictures, PoetryI know
what I see
when I look
at the parts
~