When people started dividing,
in the cave we never left,
the few in front of us all
where only closer to the shapes
the shadows of what is not
for us all.
Nochrisis
Poetry
Day 1103, looking into.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking into a window
seeing
the darkness
a reflection?
Nochrisis
Day 1102, forgotten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An old house
abandoned
the bench in front
its view
forgotten
Nochrisis
Day 1101, evolution.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Human evolution
sometimes
it seems to stand still.
The other times
it is.
Nochrisis
Day 1100, horizon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The road to freedom
ends
where the horizon
begins.
Nochrisis
Day 1099, stairs up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A corridor leads
to stairs up
dimly lit
by ancient, incandescent
its filaments
humming
counting down, to their end.
Rushed by the cadence
I feel my way
up
eyes closed
foreseeing the darkness
escaping time
ending.
Nochrisis
Day 1098, reflections.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From afar
you look bright, in red
I come closer
to greet
I can’t see
inside
from up here
through reflections
I see
your former
when we do
meet
Nochrisis
Day 1097, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My room
is silently lit by harsh light,
where I stand naked in front of
reaching for a sign
that someone
opens
my window.
Nochrisis
Day 1096, chains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I like to think, I wonder
what chains, old, big or small
between me and tomorrow,
that will pull. Me? Away.
Nochrisis
Day 1095, workplace.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Harsh light comes from outside
leaving the darkness in corners.
My workspace is well lit,
I have the time for this
just have to get the tools.
Day 1094, the airport.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The airport routine
strangers, showing of there own lifes
going away from you, never met
while you stand, still not for them.
Nochrisis
Day 1093, perspective.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turn around, look
twist my head, adjust
my perspective is, of
or do I misunderstand.
Nochrisis
Day 1092, lines i control.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My power lines are taken away
now I must wait,
gone is my control
it is getting dark, I am useless without.
Nochrisis
Day 1091, different.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
Nochrisis
Restoration of Brottsjø 14
Boat building, Poetry
On the port side Joost is busy changing more planks. We are still changing less planks than anticipated and it looks like it will stay that way.
Click here if you want to read the Introduction/first post.
Day 1090, couch.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The left side of the couch
is where I stare,
sitting in the middle –
where future meets past
my silence –
of the room.
Nochrisis
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