I saw the flowers today
parading their beauty
opening up
~
like the dresses I see
getting shorter
when the sun gets higher
Day 1946, getting undressed.
Daily picture, Poetryflower
Day 1928, falling.
Daily picture, Poetry
At any moment I feel
that I can hit the ground
falling backwards
~
the anticipation
consumes
what’s left of my life
Day 1926, try.
Daily picture, Poetry
The flowers that I gave you
where still looking at the sun
when it was already gone
~
you threw them away
in that evening
a symbol
of a last try
Day 1924, focus.
Daily picture, Poetry
If I just changed my posture a little
it all would have been clearer
~
more in focus
Day 1922, sad.
Daily picture, Poetry
I almost stepped on this little blue flower
hiding in the shadow
~
it looked so sad
without its color
~
I thought I would do it
a favor
~
but it still remembered the morning sun
and it pleaded for its life
in hope for a next morning
Day 1912, not even
Daily picture, Poetry
The way I look
makes me see
not even
myself
Day 1903, before.
Daily picture, Poetry
It’s hard to see what comes before death
but what death brings to us
is beautiful
Day 1901, curious.
Daily picture, Poetry
I’ve already played my part
in last year’s summer dance
~
I gave my seeds
to the passing wind
and showed the beauty
that once was
~
I let all of that go
when this dance was over
though I’m still here
curious
Day 1831, B&W.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sometimes wish that I could see the world in black and white.
A neat dividing line through every gradation.
Just black and white.
Day 1556, momentum.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A balletic burst
from in
side
~
thoughts torn
in momentum
cast
into nothing
Day 1555, standing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s silent
standing
alone
~
in
tense
Day 1552, light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a blur
I see
maybe I have to wake up
more
to see
more
than just colors
Day 1550, twist.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I twist
in to myself
and want to close
~
the space between
my two way’s
Day 1548, bends.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In
and out of focus
we climb up
~
till our branch
bends down again
to where we started
Day 1547, different way’s
Day's pictures, Poetry
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