dark
Day 1204, second.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Old
colors drawn
into the nighttime
of the day
waiting
for the final
second
Nochrisis
Day 1183, draft.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun shines
cold water
shallow
between your toes
in the sand
~
the sea withdraws
you in
where the ground
slowly
disappears
~
you float
alone
whiteout
time
~
and see
mountains rise
from the dark
expanse
Nochrisis
Day 1120, element.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The elements
changing
the grey
darkness
the light
transact
a dance
the element
Nochrisis
Day 1099, stairs up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A corridor leads
to stairs up
dimly lit
by ancient, incandescent
its filaments
humming
counting down, to their end.
Rushed by the cadence
I feel my way
up
eyes closed
foreseeing the darkness
escaping time
ending.
Nochrisis
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 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 1082, Cold mountains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Day 1080, for all the woman.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark flower.
All of life’s forces used.
Towering over
looked down on
alone
Nochrisis
Nina Simone, I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Day 1071, unanswered question.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At night, dark moods like figures wake
to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.
Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.
My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.
The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.
My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.
What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.
An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?
Nochrisis
Day 843, dark flower.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
In darkened corners
growing in old fertile soil
a small flower longs.
Day 812, island.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Dark rocks and the land
from the beginning and end
without our footprints.
Day 790, waiting.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Stowed away feelings
from dark roots concealed in time
awaiting freedom.
Day 786, drowning.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Dark waters around
anxiety pressures me
emptiness pours in.
Day 718, going down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A warm glow is leaving me cold.
My shadow collapses in me.
Dark soil is taking me over.
The night is there with my silence
Day 682, Hunted at night.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes the night takes you.
On a hunt in clouded pasts.
Your eyes are turned inwards.
Tearing in time.
Assaulting your memory.
–
Your memory is a shadow.
We can’t see the cause.
We see only its replacement.
The self that we want.
–
What we want.
A past that serves.
A future that fits.
–
A future that in turn.
Will also be hunted.
–
Hunted at night.
Nochrisis 