I sow my seeds in barren ground
savor sparsely a harvested flower
and they still stand in memories vase
where I water them
Nochrisis
Nederlands
Day 1013, when it turns of.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The longest night just past
the bright outside light takes
the light away from shadows
when it turns off
Nochrisis
Day 1009, I imagine.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1008, winters doorstep.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Blooming in abounded light
falling when days diminish
dead at winters doorstep
Nochrisis
Day 1007, longing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Motionless
a swing
hanging from a tree
a puddle of water
underneath
longing
Nochrisis
Day 1006, a guilty mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all stand in the shadow
of resentments whisper
colors drained of light
spirit lingering in twilight
a guilty mind
Nochrisis
Day 1003, rise and reclaim.
Haiku, Poetry
Frozen, silver white crystalline leaf’s
Natures delicate sculptures
Waiting for a dark blue vastness
The sea, their mother to rise and reclaim.
Nochrisis
Day 1002, on his way down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A half-lit moon reveals
his absorbed tired light
to paint for me in silver grey
a likeness between shadows
of that what I imagine
and he reflects
on his way down.
Nochrisis
Day 1000, to take.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A thousand days ago.
When springs sun revealed.
The air was new and bright light…
The road to home was changed.
A sharper world was there to take.
Nochrisis
This is the first picture I took a thousand days ago when I started the challenge to post at least one picture a day on my own blog. Not just a picture or selfie, but one where I have put some work and thoughts in. I did this in the first place to motivate myself to do something with my so-called biggest hobby, a hobby I was neglecting for many years.
Day 999, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Rough diamonds share little light.
When tumbling through life’s maze,
some facets might start to shine,
if light is still there, inside or out.
Nochrisis
Day 998, on your path.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Grinding rough edges.
Shame turned into dust.
That seems to fly.
But settles on your path.
Nochrisis
Day 997, speak to yourself.
Day's pictures, Poetry, Society
Intertwined with loneliness,
the silence when you speak to yourself.
Nochrisis
Verweven met eenzaamheid,
de stilte wanneer je tegen jezelf praat.
I always lived more in my head than in “real life”. Life is something I am interested in ever since I started thinking for myself. I studied it, read countless books about psychology, philosophy and on many other related subjects.
Day 996, a ride you’re on.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Threads turn unnoticed,
Down or up, you like to lead
while viewpoints slowly adjust
you might never realize
that it’s a ride you’re on.
Nochrisis
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 994, till dust returns us.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Recurring memories.
Etchings within dark fissures.
Sourced from sudden pressure.
Caught.
Deep, unable to rise from.
Scarred till dust returns us.
Nochrisis
Day 993, mist.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A calm sea
the wake
gently
moves underneath me
But I, I stand still
remembering
the horizon
obscured
for now
in a colorful
mist
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 