From my vantage point
the trees are tall
in all directions
I see
my instinct
calms
I’ll wait
Nochrisis
Poetry
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 1146, ornaments.
Haiku, Poetry
Ordinary objects
Ideas
once used
placed
forgotten
turn into ornaments
praised for
remembered
glory
Nochrisis
Day 1145, overwhelmed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There is a small stone
where I step
In a reflex
I buckle
overwhelmed
Nochrisis
Day 1144, no world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I close my eyes
being
in the middle of my house
we
detach
there is no world
only silence
and abyss
Nochrisis
Day 1143, my shovel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Behind the white door
grey walls
I sit and live
and see the world
where the rod
is wielded
obeyed
and people forget
we all should
just play
build sandcastles
Nochrisis
Day 1142, sometimes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the corner
of where I live
the curtains open
regularly
to let in
the light
and
sometimes
the sun
Nochrisis
Day 1141, of our time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
Nochrisis
Day 1140, symmetry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you stand
at the right place
in front of
differences
you might see
symmetry
as substitute
for
equality
Nochrisis
Day 1139, stain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s just a small window I see trough
when I relief myself
of what’s left
the unwanted
just don’t look to long
it might stain you
Nochrisis
Day 1138, be revealed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
After many years
a forgotten inside
stored in darkness
will be revealed
as memory
Nochrisis
Day 1137, missing lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A part of it
leaves it open
to draw lines
where they miss
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 