A heart is caught
with an iron cage
where it sees through
at a life
~
Author: Christiaan van Gaal
Day 1508, mystery.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s a little button
connected to a lever
that is
I don’t know where
responsible
for all of this
Day 1507, spring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Spring this year
all colorless
faded and corroded
bouncing off a winter
that never stayed
or went away
Day 1506, ripples.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Ripples in life
predicts a rhythm
that you will see
as a cover
against bad weather
Day 1505, fall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On my way down
I feel the pain
turning
confused
~
I see shimmering
silhouettes
of what I know
before me
~
they move the wind
that I still feel
Day 1504, get closer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are so many
standing together
~
when you get closer
you see less
~
but the small details
tell there own
stories
Day 1503, elegant end.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An elegant line
flows
out of discarded
life
~
it’s roots disappeared
in the distance
~
it’s end
joins
that fate
Day 1502, kindle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am kindle
a light
spark
and I rise
feeling
for no resistance
upward
and down
eating my base
the past
I fade
away
Day 1501, shadow.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My shadow
is always hiding
from the sun
~
like my darkness
hidden in sight
Day 1500, suddenly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
1500 minutes ago
my lights suddenly
turned on
~
it was cold
empty
a different silence
out here
~
but the energy
that I couldn’t escape
before
now suddenly
pulls
on me
~
I have to
follow
Day 1499, with a mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking
through old picture albums
in my head
~
with a mind
that fades
stares
contracts
~
and leaves me
with a feeling
that I remember
Day 1498, island?
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look
standing close
into the mirror
and see
emptiness
a blue expanse
an island
~
but I’m not sure
Day 1497, almost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Almost
silent
~
a bird
far away
~
a bee
somewhere
~
the sea
waves
~
my heart
distracting
Day 1496, just below the clouds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a distance
the snow covered tops
remind me
of the cold
where the eagle
flies
just below
the clouds
~
effortlessly she glides
down
from rising
warmer
air
watching the world
nervously
for the pray
she needs
Day 1495, far above.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing up
hungry
staring at the sky
I slowly see
emerging
stars
far above
my horizon
Day 1494, swell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 