Day 1213, feel. Day's pictures, Poetry From soil in the shadows we grow up and some feel the light of dreams Nochrisis
Day 1211, alone. Day's pictures, Poetry Stand out side clearly defined a fluid background Nochrisis Continue reading →
Day 1210, life. Day's pictures, Poetry With the four of us we wait till the grass get trimmed Nochrisis Continue reading →
Day 1209, deep. Day's pictures, Poetry In my sleep I sometimes wonder deep in old forests among the lizards and wizards Nochrisis Continue reading →
Day 1208, walk around. Day's pictures, Poetry When the sun shines behind you walk around your world to the other side Nochrisis Continue reading →
Day 1207, pastel. Day's pictures, Poetry Pastel eyes a highlighted background to not see a world Nochrisis Continue reading →
Day 1206, staring. Day's pictures, Poetry Sitting all together on a ledge with folded wings ignoring the abyss staring away Nochrisis
Day 1205, wondering eye. Day's pictures, Poetry A wondering eye lands on or besides contrasting lines faded surfaces Nochrisis
Day 1204, second. Day's pictures, Poetry Old colors drawn into the nighttime of the day waiting for the final second Nochrisis
Day 1203, light. Day's pictures, Poetry The light from above hides what’s underneath the surface Nochrisis
Day 1202, wet sand. Day's pictures, Poetry I rest my head in fresh cut grass. Moist in the sand from yesterday’s rain makes me realize. ~ I see the flowers in uncut grass next to me with colors more beautiful than the last time. ~ I close my eyes fall away and feel my wet hair dry. Nochrisis
Day 1201, pollen. Day's pictures, Poetry While walking back my fingers graze in fields filed with bright white flowers grown in memory pollinating each next step Nochrisis
Day 1200, sea. Day's pictures, Poetry The chain drags dead weeds from the bottom in the sea I go to Nochrisis
Day 1199, roots. Day's pictures, Poetry A sea of green surrounds me when I fall in grass closer to my roots ~ fear of unknown eyes between these roots is what I meet down there ~ among the animals now in this jungle made of mirrors I fear the eyes surrounding me and feel ~ at home Nochrisis
Day 1198, opening. Day's pictures, Poetry Imperfect whilst opening up as foreplay for lovers Nochrisis