
Poetry
Day 1391, corrosion.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We maintain
for the longest
time
~
that
what we
love
~
why
don’t we love
till the end
of
our time
Day 1390, in my mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the corner
of my mind
I sit
on a desk
~
in front
of me
I have a box
with
several
dials to turn
~
I don’t know
what they do
but
nonetheless
I turn them
and see
what happens
Day 1389, keyhole.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
shines
on the door
but doesn’t reach
all the corners
~
I look
for the keyhole
in the darkest
Day 1388, I open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It feels
like a room
where it is
dark
~
I scuff slowly
touching
hoping to feel
something
~
a shade opens
its light
outside
and the floor
I see
inside
seems
to be
~
all
tied up
Day 1387, sun an rain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun
and rain
fall
together
~
the one
goes slow
the other
fast
~
they
will never meet
but
together
they
paint the sky
Day 1386, my window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Fast
comes down
the snow
~
till
it stops
when it meets
my window
~
the wind
still moves it
left and right
~
but it is now
on its way
down
slowly
Day 1385, storms.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The roof I live under
is thin
when it storms
I feel it
~
by chance
the structure
that supports
is strong
and holds
Day 1384, peck-oh.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Orange pekoe
two words
before
not in my world
poured
as a black void
~
what else
has no meaning
for me
~
am I now richer
or
pourer
Day 1383, texture.
Poetry
There is texture
darkness
bright light
hidden in the shadows
Day 1382, staring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are all
staring the same
in different directions
~
maybe
if you had
four eyes
you would look
~
peculiar
Day 1381, in line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all
stand together
bound
by an outside
force
~
only
the people
looking out
have a chance
to bent
Day 1380, locked.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A leather chest
locked
when it
was put down
~
no key
~
a crowbar
is needed
Day 1379, woven pattern.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see a pattern
looking back
at my life
~
or is it just
part
of a strap
Day 1378, a lot of air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In some places
situations
you can feel
that the ground
you stand on
is not
all there
~
if you look
you can feel
a light
head
Day 1377, draining.
Day's pictures, Poetry