Day 2135, empty inside.
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Day 2134, children.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I only look at one side of the world, through blinds almost closed; the light is too loud.
I see children playing, serious, like only they can do.
Day 2133, impostor?
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see, where I get into you, your face
it is weathered but still shines.
Your posture, tells a different story,
what part of you is lying.
Day 2132, at home.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You can still see inside when you get close enough,
but you will not know if I am home.
Day 2131, symbolism.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is your dreamcatcher hanging in the window
there to catch your dreams from leaving or entering,
or is it just a gift, a trinket you bought to decorate your life?
~
You even have a tiny lighthouse that doesn’t work
standing close to it. What are you telling me?
Day 2130, who are you looking at.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a window, we can look outside
or inside if the drapes are open and the lights are on.
Day 2129, frozen anger.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One word landed wrong, at the right time
and I lashed, wildly in the direction of you.
Day 2128, my eyes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Who says these colors are not real
maybe I, just see it all a little darker.
Day 2127, hide it in sight.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see that I still have some food left
hopefully for later
Day 2126, undulating fields.
Day's pictures, Poetry
All the lines flow in empty fields
like the mind that goes
already
to the next trail
swaying like on a rhythm
~
fluid strokes
and curves
are just
from your perspective
from a distance
in these undulating soils
~
being there
where your next step goes from where you are
you can only see clear
just in front
of the horizon
when you rest
and look back
Day 2124, science.
Day's pictures
I took the picture of today driving back from my first booster shot. I like the effect of the snow and the wet window I was taking my pictures through.
Day 2121, newspapers.
Day's pictures
I love reading old newspapers, they tell today’s news with another charm.
Underneath you can see some pages from the New York Times, enjoy.
Day 2120, another view from my window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark air stayed behind
when I closed the door
of the kitchen that already smelled
like the meal I will make
~
I opened the door
to the living room where the sun
still lit
a warmth that slowly left
cold glass
the earth turns
~
I stared at it
the colors that are left
without feeling
the motion
~
the smell from the kitchen
lured me away
I can soon sit down
and rest
inside
Day 2119, looking for.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I woke up
walking between white trees
and black branches
~
my new world was chaos
trees everywhere
but here
~
I fell backward
stumbled
it turned
~
I saw the rows
suddenly
and the trees
for the first time
~
disorder was just a misstep
and a turn
away
~
am I now afraid
to move
is that what I thought
just before I fell asleep
again
Day 2118, slowly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I stand in the forest
dark
staring at the sky
the tops of the trees sharp
outlined
against the blue
of the leftover day
~
I see the moon
slowly
moving
reassuring me
for another tomorrow
Day 2117, patiently.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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