The memo
with the rules
I think
It
was hanging here
Have you seen it?
Do you
my friend
know how to live?
Nochrisis
Day’s pictures
Day 1160, luxury.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The luxury of pain
In my world
with
so little
problems
Nochrisis
Day 1159, after.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t know
now I am opening
what the sun
after I sow
is going to bring
Nochrisis
Day 1158, closed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The strangers
like we are
outside
locked gates
refugees
like we where
once
Nochrisis
Day 1157, just fly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A still live
where the birds
just fly
the waves
never brake
and the music
is gone
Nochrisis
Day 1156, I assume.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are
I assume
In our past
some where
good ideas
we collected
that are now
I presume
overlooked
thus forgotten
Nochrisis
Day 1155, tied.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At the end
of the line
we
are all
tied
together
Nochrisis
Day 1154, unlike.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The vessels we use
to drink
in
our life’s
look all unlike
but all arise
from similar ground
Nochrisis
Day 1153, for you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Green natures forms
from spring
to climbs in the summer
in delicate shapes
for you
to
perceive
admire
obey
Nochrisis
Day 1152, I see.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From my vantage point
the trees are tall
in all directions
I see
my instinct
calms
I’ll wait
Nochrisis
Day 1151, thin wires.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I spawn thin wires
to hold on what takes
and catch the nearsighted
Nochrisis
Day 1150, life on a blue planet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Cold hard surface
clear colorful life
clinging moving tide
Nochrisis
Day 1149, inner lake.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The swan
majestic
In my dream
moves away
in silence
on a calm
early morning
lake
disturbed
by my attention
~
the dream
fades away
Nochrisis
Day 1148, blanket.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mist
overwhelms
like under a down
blanket
the light
bleak
seeps
in
darkness
Nochrisis
Day 1147, glare.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For some reason
the glare
you see
In my window
reflects
something
you see
Nochrisis
Day 1145, overwhelmed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There is a small stone
where I step
In a reflex
I buckle
overwhelmed
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 