Haiku
Day 782, floating.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A slow heavy sinking sensation
blue moods blend till fused with black
this last horizon is light.
Day 781, its possible.
Poetry
To warn our fellow humans
a great effort and collaboration is needed
a sign we can work.
Day 780, see
Day's pictures, Poetry
Guiding lights markers to watch
revealing dangers sunken dreams and hidden cliffs
under a mostly peaceful surface.
Day 779, wind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The raw movement pushing luring
forwards to an ever changing willing movement
with a distance far away.
Day 778, draw forward.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A lingering day-dream is appearing
slight strokes shades outlines building an awareness
still unaffected black and white.
Day 777, objects.
., Day's pictures, Poetry
Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.
Day 776, shielding light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Stretching a guarding hand out
in silence heavy grounded shielding your calm
from a now silent rage.
Day 774, home.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Red discolored paint weathered wood
a house and light for countless years
white windows and a view.
Day 773, day at sea.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A calm sea grayish blue
long lines slowly move silently to you
the horizon frames your day.
Day 772, spreading out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
As fungi my thoughts show
beautiful forms with tentacles in my ground
taking over and feeding from.
Day 771, entombed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Unwillingly trapped behind illusive dividers
the world clearly visible unreachable close by
my flight in-vain pathetic… entombed.
Day 769, remember.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Vibrant colors conquered by night
a shell once filled with vibrant life
remembrance of beauty is all.
Day 767, tiny sunset.
Day's pictures, Poetry
gazing away in the distance
three brain-cells enjoying this life and sunset
the shine warmth on him.
Day 765, fragile.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Porcelain nature still in time
Its ornate structure fulfilled willingly its purpose
fragile beauty before its decay.
Day 764, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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