Day 1831, B&W.
Day 1556, momentum.
A balletic burst
from in
side
~
thoughts torn
in momentum
cast
into nothing
Day 1555, standing.
It’s silent
standing
alone
~
in
tense
Day 1552, light.
I feel the light
even with all this darkness behind me
~
why does it only shine on me
and not on my darkness
Day 1551, more.
In a blur
I see
maybe I have to wake up
more
to see
more
than just colors
Day 1550, twist.
I twist
in to myself
and want to close
~
the space between
my two way’s
Day 1548, bends.
In
and out of focus
we climb up
~
till our branch
bends down again
to where we started
Day 1547, different way’s
There are day’s
~
that I look down
~
and feel good
~
about the scars that I have
Day 1546, resistance.
Hardly attached
to forgotten ground
~
I rush forward
slowly opening
when the resistance
of the future
hits my closure
Day 1545, seeds.
Some of my seed
got spoiled
taken by the wind
into the darkness
~
I hope the rest
leaves
the normal way
during a slight
depression
Day 1544, moonlight
This flower
that once bloomed
is now frozen
in silver moonlight
~
waiting for the wind
of a new rising sun
to take her away
Day 1539, flower.
The sun is there
and I normally flower
dancing on the grass
with the wind
besides the streets
~
but the streets
are toxic
my address is torn
I am afraid
that I
will not sow
this year
Day 1537, white chalk.
The outline of a flower
drawn on the black street
~
the color that once attracted
has drifted away
the empty shell
will soon
be discarded
~
and the white chalk
that marked
is put away
as to have
in this all
no blame
Day 1536, hard white rocks.
In-between
the hard white rocks
a sun barely reaches
the fertile soil
~
but only the shimmering
of the shadows down there
spur some on
to take over
and go towards
the hope
of some light
Day 1478, 55.
A red flower longs
the rain that will fall today
In fifty-five nights
Day 1431, flower
