Day 2004, leaving.

Daily picture, Poetry

One by one you all leave me

luckily it is all in order

Day 2003, road.

Daily picture, Poetry

I saw you grow

in late summer

~

too young to understand

that even for you

autumn is the road

and the end

Day 2002, an ending.

Daily picture, Poetry

I turned it black and white

these colorful nuances

stand in the way

~

now I can see where his death comes from

from the now barren ground where he stood

~

he still stares at me

like he did when he left

~

I hope the winter fells what is left

and feeds the barren ground

~

you know

you were not alone

and still beautiful

~

goodbye

Day 1996, today.

Daily picture, Poetry

I saw the sea today

when the wind moved a leaf

and I picked it up

Day 1995, surrounding.

Daily picture, Poetry

Judging the size of an object or thought

is much easier

if you know the sizes of the objects

or thoughts surrounding it.

Day 1993, I count.

Daily picture, Poetry

We stand with one foot in nature

and are also numbered

Day 1990, conform.

Daily picture, Poetry

We all say

I am wiser than before

I conform to what I learned

even if it was wrong

I embrace it as a part of me

because I love myself

and my thoughts

~

I guess love is the main problem

in the world we live in

Day 1989, the question.

Daily picture

Day 1986, questions.

Daily picture

Just before

she lets it all go

she looked to reach

~

I don’t know if it was for the wind

to take her along

~

or in search for the edge

to fall off

~

or maybe climb on

Day 1985, still life.

Daily picture, Poetry

The sunset reflected on the wall

something prevented me

from looking to the end of the day

~

It was this seed

waiting fully grown

maybe for me

Day 1984, our web.

Daily picture, Poetry

Do we stand on our past?

With little effort, it supports us.

~

Or do we hang on it?

And feel it slowly slip away.

Day 1981, awareness.

Daily picture, Poetry

I see this grey man, looking at me in the morning, when I look up and my eyes open from a deep sleep. I’ve seen this a thousand times through a thousand facets and an awareness, like you have, driving too nowhere. Maybe I take that drive today and let the hair I once had, hang free, in the wind.