Day 2108, from my window 6.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 2093, cynical.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The snow felt real
and I so green
but I was already fallen
staring upwards
waiting
to fall again
apart
from me
~
and the stars I see here at night
are from the past
they are no longer real
anymore
Day 2091, afar.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stand afar
in front of these massive
black
ancient rocks
~
formed a billion years ago
it’s not their size
that makes me feel small
~
when it sheds its next rock
a cliff
into the valley below
loosened by cold and sun
~
we might all be long
gone
~
we are not even a cliff
an outlook
we are like the snow
that fell to low
on its slope
Day 2090, phases.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The water recedes
lured by the moon
~
I sit still
on a wet rock
one foot touches the water
~
there are no waves today
and I can see far
past the mountains in the distance
~
I think I will skip
from rock to rock
till the next phase
Day 2086, empty.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Maybe it was me
that you were so full of yourself
~
but after the party
I found you
on the ground
empty
in the dirt
Day 2085, hearing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I was young
I could be still
hearing
you
~
but
like now
I don’t remember
what you said to me
Day 2081, horizon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Utah, America, 2016
A long horizon stretches in front of us
and a path leads us
to the sun
the rain
or night
~
we don’t see a trail
but something urges
we don’t even see
where we tread
~
over and over
again
~
we always seem to be halfway
looking back
to the other horizon
that follows us
it seems
Day 2065, phenomenology.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We interpret the world we see and live in
but should we not start with just looking
Day 2063, Farmland.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We cultivate our thoughts like the land we eat from.
But do we also rotate the seeds of our thoughts?
Or do we sow the same every spring?
Is there anything left in your soil?
Day 2062, mist.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This morning I woke up
and the mist was there
outside
I saw where we played
when the sun
cleared the air
later
in the afternoon
Day 2061, at the future.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am aiming
after I crawled low to the ground
to hide
Day 2060, resting place.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On these white stones you can see the names
of all the unknown soldiers
Day 2057, outside.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we not all sitting in a cage
a cage made of used to’s and I cant’s
~
I open my bird’s cage every day
most of the time they choose to fly
for a little while
~
I think my cage has been opened
I sure have felt like I could fly forever
maybe it’s been open all the time
but to be honest
I never really dared to look for that little door
to my outside
Day 2054, skydiving.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I started falling far above the clouds
they came to me slowly then faster and faster
my hart started pounding
when I pretended
to hit the ground
Day 2053, movement.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stared in the distance
alone with my mind
when he disturbed
this stare
His mind was so narrow
that the light in-between
shivered
or was it just me
my mind
that tricked me
Day 2052, equator.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 