Month: July 2020
Day 1590, I wonder.
Day's pictures, PoetryI live above
and below you
~
I hear footsteps
and your music
~
I hear your door
and a toilet
~
I see someone
in the lift
~
and I wonder
if you wonder
Day 1589, surface.
Day's pictures, PoetryHe saw this shiny new surface
to land on and rest for a while
~
not wondering why he alone
eagerly set his foot willingly down
~
and there in his mind he got stuck in the new
that never lets go but the shine of its surface
Day 1588, the end.
Day's pictures, PoetryThe final burdens
~
tripping
over old memories
~
forgotten fears
in the middle
of the night
~
the end of an era
~
at the beginning
Day 1587, stare.
Day's pictures, PoetryWhy do you stare at me
what’s going on in your mind
~
why don’t you want me
to have a look at you
Day 1586, protection.
Day's pictures, PoetryLooking back
at all the misshapen
building blocks
stacked together
to form this wall
~
it all seems to fit
effortlessly
but I still remember
standing down there
between all the broken pieces
of the walls
left
by my forefathers
Day 1585, barriers.
Day's pictures, PoetryI stumbled upon
this wall last week
~
it is solid
but also made
out of many
small facets
stacked
together
~
it doesn’t really matter
it is still
standing
in my way
Day 1584, when.
Day's pictures, PoetryEvery night
when you close your eyes
and wait for the moment
that never comes
~
and when you are there
you are also gone
for a few hours
or forever
~
one example
that death will come
and always
at the end of your life
~
remember that
Day 1583, view point.
Day's pictures, PoetryIf you react
to every view point
forming
in front of you
~
you might think
you drown
while standing on land
Day 1582, line.
Day's pictures, PoetryMy line of sight is tied down
for the forces that push on it
are relentless
~
I hope one day
I can release it
and let the horizon fill
with the breath I kept
and pull on me
Day 1581, straight through.
Day's pictures, PoetryI am looking
through a window
inside of you
from where the outside
is faded
~
but I only
see straight through you
and see the tears
on your eyes
from the inside
Day 1580, concrete.
Day's pictures, PoetryA massive
concrete structure
is hanging over me
~
it woke me up
in my dream
~
its weight
is keeping me
pressed
in bed