A road trip
back
to where
the clouds
come from
Nochrisis
Day 1177, shadows.
Walking
amongst the shadows
of all
that surrounds me
Nochrisis
Day 1176, pride.
Where can I find you
so you can
see my pride
that I
bear around
for no other reason
Nochrisis
Day 1175, like a fly.
I
like a fly
resting on a leaf
~
sitting still
moving with the wind
~
looking at life
with all it’s facets
~
for a few days
Nochrisis
Day 1174, where.
To be
or
stay inside
Nochrisis
Day 1173, an audience.
From a little seed
moved
in welcome soil
natures past
plays here rimes
to grow up
in poetic forms
to invite
an audience
to sow
a new seed
and give it back
your soul
Nochrisis
Day 1172, lure away.
So young
when the sun arrived
four moons ago
on yellow fields
when green pastures
laid down
to lure away
the lamb
still young
Nochrisis
Day 1171, throw.
Sometimes
you suddenly realize
if you throw the switch
you can never go back
~
Why
do you
throw
the switch?
Nochrisis
Day 1170, A meter.
A
measuring instrument
for
your mood
so you don’t
have to
wander
Nochrisis
Day 1169, drift away.
Random
movements
seeing my thoughts
while I
look at the clouds
lying
on my back
we
drift away
close my eyes
Nochrisis
Day 1168, politics.
My head hurts
from
fumes from the sewer
from decaying heads
stuck in polished mire
spewing their gaseous hate
from
politics of the cynical, the haters
believers in another life than this.
Nochrisis
Day 1167, stones.
I stretch out
my toe
as not to disturb
the other
stepping stones
Nochrisis
Day 1166, this ledge.
A dead end
future
echoing chores
endless at the end
you are
inside
still
a flying spirit
that should jump
away
from this ledge
viewpoint
and hope
you have wings
and ground
to land
Nochrisis
Day 1165, our shadows.
Our life
together
moves
on different waves
still
we are
in the same sea
and
our shadows
meet
when we stand
under
a full moon
on
the beach
Nochrisis
Day 1164, overdue.
An old fire
feeding
still
on long forgotten
dreams
will never
be quelled
by overdue
reasoning
Nochrisis
Day 1163, reaching.
With no regards
for the world around
this little shoot
goes reaching
for the sun
in the shadows
of the past
this mighty structure
that gives
and takes
Nochrisis
