In the corner
of where I live
the curtains open
regularly
to let in
the light
and
sometimes
the sun
Nochrisis
moods
Day 1064, drain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A compressed mood.
A smile, it goes well, meanwhile
drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge
it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip
It’s there but not, I will feel fine
I am fine, the burden drains.
Day 995, grayness of the day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A grey day’s soft light covers your mood.
Reclined in pallid sorrow you wander,
where endless thoughts flare without shadows.
Dissolved by the grayness of the day.
Nochrisis
Day 691, Between sunset and rise.
Day's pictures, Poetry