I am the last one
or maybe
the first
Nochrisis
Day’s pictures
Day 1231, looking down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1229, I squint.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I hold
a glass
filled with tears
and
I squint
at
my memories
in soft
focus
and see
a lamp
fringes
at my grandma’s
dinner
table
my past
the source
Nochrisis
Day 1228, pink dress.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Dirty
pink dresses
proudly worn
after the ball
shine
under a full moon
Nochrisis
Day 1227, view point
Day's pictures, Poetry
Where life breaks
a viewpoint
arrives
and the wind
goes on
Nochrisis
Day 1226, leaving.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shadows sometimes stay
behind
when you leave
Nochrisis
Day 1224, what it is.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Identifying
what it is
what you see
feel
with
in your mind
~
all the rich
details
with no
meaning
for you
~
the contrast between
emptiness
and staring
at so much
Nochrisis
Day 1223, hover.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1222, sweet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A warm day
and
I fly
hang on
to this sweet
nectar
Nochrisis
Day 1221, I try.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1220, we.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A colorful
dressed up
capable of
sitting on a chair
animal
~
enjoying
the clouds
Nochrisis
Day 1218, deep seas.
Day's pictures, Poetry
As a traveler
I look
through
a black
and white window
slowly moving
over deep seas
Nochrisis
Day 1217, cheap.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some look up
at you
the ground
each other
~
they stay
in groups
are scared
of others
~
there only gift
is warmth
if lost
there mantle
Nochrisis
Day 1216, will.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Drawing with your eyes
bright lights
colorful shadows
broad strokes
a fantasy you will
Nochrisis
Day 1215, reaching.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The roots
lay bare
reaching
up.
~
Or down?
Nochrisis
Day 1214, bleached.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Washed ashore
bleached
by the sun
a
manic
depressive mind
to
closely
connected
by its roots
with the soil
the noise
of life
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