Philosophy
Day 1485, I’m driving.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mountains
I see
around the corner
are far away
but pull on me
~
the peaks
covered
in yesterday’s snow
hide
the unbeaten paths
I long for
~
suddenly
~
a dream
warns me
to watch the road
I’m driving
Day 1484, endless together.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The oceans
and land
flow endless
together
with horizons
~
with no purpose
around
the sun and center
~
till a moor
bounded
stopped the world
its aimless
turning
~
the horizon
now
is no longer
empty
Day 1483, The beauty of a teapot not in use
Day's pictures, Poetry
Once admired
while serving
~
a sweet tong
and uplifting
~
summer flowers
faded colors
~
of all the sun
in her days
~
at the end
a fractured purpose
~
to end alone
to be remembered
in a frame
and
admired
Day 1481, crossing in tension.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are these
million of lines
criss crossing
in the empty space
where my thoughts
my mind
lies calmly
on this
tension
Day 1480, my own light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s dark
when you look inside
my window
~
it’s not
that there is
no light
~
its just not
in the room
with a window
Day 1475, suns.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
From where I look in
I don’t see the endless suns
stripping my facade
Day 1471, smoke.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The smoke rises up
from warming the cold inside
snow spills of the roof
Day 1466, vertigo.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Looking up side down
moon and sun still rise and set
and vertigo smiles
Day 1464, around.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
In my fantasy
the sun revolves around me
and springs till the end
Day 1462, before.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Before I close my eyes
I see my dreams in sketches
and maybe before
Day 1461, moralities
Day's pictures, Human all too human, Poetry
Day 1459, clear.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
A blue winter sky
where electricity flies
and clear airs the mind
Day 1458, dicease.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you go left
inn front
of those dark hills
over there
~
to the world
in my mind
~
people
are now
more
allied
for once
~
till
the snow
melts
Day 1457, luster.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A white painted door
with faded luster
~
once alluring
in its unseemly frame
~
where the two
never
belonged
Day 1456, in between.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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