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
Don’t know why.
Video
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.
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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
Day 1089, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
Nochrisis
Day 1088, out there.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1086, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Randomly ordered objects
forgotten purposes
exposed in bright lost daylight
Nochrisis
Day 1085, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the reflection
to disappear
and swim
in molten ice.
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 