The roots
lay bare
reaching
up.
~
Or down?
Nochrisis
Poetry
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
Nochrisis
Day 1213, feel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From soil
in the shadows
we grow
up
and some
feel the light
of dreams
Nochrisis
Day 1212, into.
Poetry
Day 1211, alone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1210, life.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1209, deep.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In my sleep
I sometimes
wonder
deep
in old forests
among the lizards
and wizards
Nochrisis
Day 1208, walk around.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1207, pastel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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
Nochrisis 