Poetry
Day 838, transition.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Between two natures
gaining closure losing now
a new transition.
Day 837, a new web.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
One beginning spreads
following a blind bearing
and pay tribute too.
Day 836, lingering fire.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Leftover fire
blackened wood grain and charcoal
some warmth still inside.
Day 835, around.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
A beautiful leaf
A bug’s meal or it might fall
A circular life
Day 834, Teardrop.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Teardrop at daybreak
colorful and reflecting
a clear clarity.
Day 833, feelings.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
A small-minded mind
dimly creeps to the sharp edge
not feeling the end.
Day 832, noise.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Thousands of synapses inspiring in you.
The noise drowning out your iridescent path.
Drenched by the weight you reach out your mind,
to see a perspective in calm and silence.
Day 831, waking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A youngling opens up,
to a world in riddles.
Day 830, pressure.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Tension from depressions in the lines
Forces guided accidentally upwards
Heeling me over and forwards.
Day 829,windows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Countless times people inhaled in this room.
In silence and eyes closed you can imagine,
the thoughts that they have when sitting down,
staring outside through the windows in this house.
This is a picture of Paul and Johanna Woxeng, the people that lived here till the 1950s. This picture is taken around 1920.
This is a picture of the same window taken today
Day 828, goal.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A little fly attracted by colorful instincts,
flies unaware its self-chosen path,
fulfilling its purpose tight up in its brain
a taste of reward repeats till the unseen and end.
Day 827, closed eyes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Eyes closed and the darkness spirals.
The black mass pulls down, up, it turns,
the movement lures my mood in.
I open my eyes and it lingers.
Day 826, reality.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Towards the outside of my awareness.
The transition is veiled.
Reality and imagery are tangled.
The world stops out there.
Day 825, directions.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sea, wind, and current controls
Distrustful I look me in the eye
My own tides make me
And I let the sea, wind and current take me.
Day 824, downstream.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Nochrisis 