picture
Day 1512, because.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Where is my first gear
because
I like to stop
for a moment
Day 1511, circumstances.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Pressure valves
made to last
in normal circumstances
Day 1510, up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I wind myself
up
~
threading forwards
in an unseen circle
I look down
as I look up
Day 1509, caught.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A heart is caught
with an iron cage
where it sees through
at a life
~
that passes by
just out of
Day 1508, mystery.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s a little button
connected to a lever
that is
I don’t know where
responsible
for all of this
Day 1507, spring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Spring this year
all colorless
faded and corroded
bouncing off a winter
that never stayed
or went away
Day 1506, ripples.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Ripples in life
predicts a rhythm
that you will see
as a cover
against bad weather
Day 1504, get closer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are so many
standing together
~
when you get closer
you see less
~
but the small details
tell there own
stories
Day 1501, shadow.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My shadow
is always hiding
from the sun
~
like my darkness
hidden in sight
Day 1499, with a mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking
through old picture albums
in my head
~
with a mind
that fades
stares
contracts
~
and leaves me
with a feeling
that I remember
Day 1498, island?
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look
standing close
into the mirror
and see
emptiness
a blue expanse
an island
~
but I’m not sure
Day 1497, almost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Almost
silent
~
a bird
far away
~
a bee
somewhere
~
the sea
waves
~
my heart
distracting
Day 1496, just below the clouds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a distance
the snow covered tops
remind me
of the cold
where the eagle
flies
just below
the clouds
~
effortlessly she glides
down
from rising
warmer
air
watching the world
nervously
for the pray
she needs
Day 1494, swell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A reflection
while walking
inshore
~
unsure what I sea
not looking
to the other
~
side
~
I stop
and still
stare down
into a silent
swell
Day 1493, stuck mid air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I finally flew
away from a womb
~
to sow myself
to the world
~
drifting fertile
to unknown grounds
I suddenly
~
by a gust of wind
lost my drive
to end up caught
by a tree
close to home
Nochrisis 