Poetry
Day 1295, in time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see my home
is
frozen in time
when the door opens
and I
step in
side
where my life
waits
for me
Day 1294, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It is hard to see
if
these reflections
are
from where I
stand
or if they are
real
Day 1293, facade.
Books, Poetry
In front of
you
I still have
some
colors
on my facade
though the grayness
from inside
is spilling
over
Day 1292, ceiling.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
Day 1291, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
in the building
I am
is reflected
indirectly
from an outside
I can’t see
~
from here
Day 1290, lost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1289, waterline walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1287, dirt.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I unearthed
my house
and try
~
to be
~
human
Day 1286, dark brown.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From behind
my window
I can see
~
Autumn colors change
dark green
yellow
orange
a wind of change
dark brown
black
~
the end
Day 1285, death.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Death
on my way
I fear
sometimes
my
imagination
how it
will be
Day 1284, roof.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My roof is old
a tree
is leaning forwards
to test
its strength
Day 1283, a road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see
the road
is straight
and well lit
but dark
~
it does not
scare me
but
I wont go
that way
~
I stay here
in the shadow
Day 1282, fields.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Year in
year out
the fields
are worked
~
for ages
the others
provide
so we
can live
Day 1281, expands.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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