
Poetry
Day 740, the past.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I just opened my eyes
and see the past of you unclear
a hunter for a prey.
Day 739, walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The current is such that
the opportunity is there to see it
walking to the other side.
Day 738, a few minutes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Suddenly I was there again
in the distance and staring to myself
for a few more minutes.
Day 737, tide.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The tide is her now
low and clear the surrounding of current
the ground of things are.
Day 736, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Inside I look at you
a warm home to go and contemplate
and say little but everything.
Day 735, Window into the future.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Often, I see clear through
but on the surface when in focus
you see your future self.
Day 734, Perfect circle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you’re closing the circle
you have been pushed at different times
but pressure makes its rounds.
Day 733, power.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
Day 732, Night walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The trees stretch out above
the path I go at night alone
to touch the half-moon.
Day 731, turn.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I drive home and turn
because there is a being over there
I don’t want to be.
Day 730, Back to nature.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life and tales cannot conserve
the things that had once natures roots
our breath tells and takes.
Day 729, Stuck or not.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is she the first who dares.
Or the last who jumps backwards.
To get in line or to escape.
An unclear moment caught in time.
Day 728, Stuck.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One day I got stuck here.
And now I’m hanging around.
My brothers are the same.
They are like me, sticking around.
Day 727, abandon ship.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Adrift and abandoned, lost somewhere.
The sea can get wild and lure you away.
What’s left is a shell, a thing that gives up.
Where are you now at this very end?
Day 726, The shadows getting shorter.
Day's pictures, Poetry