
Poetry
Day 1439, chaos.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is it holding me
down
or does it
grow
out of me
~
the inside
struggling
with the
outside
~
a picture
of chaos
Day 1438, shapes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its silent outside
and the space it leaves
forms my life
in abstractions
~
I look at these
alluring Rorschach’s
and wonder
in silence
Day 1437, chilling.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a chilling
swale
where grey skies
linger
I came across
old memories
~
by chance
I found a shelter
and reacquainted
Day 1436, exterior.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We have here
three parts
of
an exterior
~
one part
grew up
and got
cut down
as to
protect
~
the other
is made
out off the soil
and
drains
your sorrow
~
the thinnest
layer
is you
badly maintained
and easily changed
Day 1435, escape.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I found
my freedom
~
but
I
am still
looking
at the same
fence
Day 1434, sunrise.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun
was shining brightly
behind
muting clouds
~
and the day
was
an hour away
~
but soon
her warmth
redeemed
~
and shone
upon
to me
Day 1433, open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am
open
~
I got
unhinged
Day 1432, inside.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I dreamed
climbing
to the heavens
~
on a structure
that I was
inside
Day 1431, flower
Day's pictures, Poetry
A black
flower
cast
on the ground
picked up
turned around
~
bright
layers
inside
Day 1430, key.
Day's pictures, Poetry
These doors
in front of me
don’t tell
where they
lead
to
~
maybe
to the other
side
or
a cellar
a loft
storage
~
do I need a key
Day 1429, stale air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all
live motionless
together
~
looking
at the world
behind
stone walls
~
through
windows
we sometimes
open
to let
the stale air
in
or out
Day 1428, turning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I read the news
in the morning
and feel
the world
turning
~
that
gives me
~
sometimes
~
a beautiful
view
to forget
Day 1427, unclear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you
wipe
the window
you look through
clean
~
you will see
the rain
disappear
Day 1426, pain-ting
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some
colourful ideas
seem great
~
but don’t forget
underneath
you are still bare
Day 1425, disappear.
Day's pictures, Poetry