Day 1860, a dark forest.
Daily picture, Poetrydarkness
Day 1442, our window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are
like windows
in houses
~
it’s often hard
to look inside
~
in its darkness
or brightness
Day 1416, thinking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To think
deeper
You close
your eyes
~
even
if you are
afraid
of the dark
Day 1204, second.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Old
colors drawn
into the nighttime
of the day
waiting
for the final
second
Nochrisis
Day 1138, be revealed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
After many years
a forgotten inside
stored in darkness
will be revealed
as memory
Nochrisis
Day 1103, looking into.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking into a window
seeing
the darkness
a reflection?
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 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 951, in dark.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
wandered far in dark
a veiled shelter loomed slowly
perhaps for lost souls.
Day 827, closed eyes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Eyes closed and the darkness spirals.
The black mass pulls down, up, it turns,
the movement lures my mood in.
I open my eyes and it lingers.
Day 800, evolution.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Out of the darkness
imaginary colors
invite the wanting.
Day 799, surge.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Nochrisis 