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 1038, winter snow.
The mid-winter sun
following time slowly up
melting winter snow.
Nochrisis
Day 869, time.
Young ninety years back
pastel grey given by time
waiting finally.
Day 868, dreams.
Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
Day 849, seed.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
Day 843, dark flower.
In darkened corners
growing in old fertile soil
a small flower longs.
Day 840, fall.
A flower decays
and appearing in free fall
now life disappears.
Day 838, transition.
Between two natures
gaining closure losing now
a new transition.
Day 826, reality.
Towards the outside of my awareness.
The transition is veiled.
Reality and imagery are tangled.
The world stops out there.
Day 820, liftoff.
Bustling factory
impregnated multitudes
wanting to liftoff.
Day 809, pursuit.
Flower to flower
a never-ending pursuit
in summer fragrance.
Day 808, papa don’t preach.
Charmingly dirty
enthusiastically
eyes still wide open.
Day 796, rays.
Future horizon
promise rejuvenation
and I will open.
Day 795, remember.
Red painted flowers
illuminated memoirs
summer leftovers.
Day 791, inner nature.
Red lines green nature
sharp strokes divided colors
inner natures flow.
Day 769, remember.
