
picture
Day 1454, me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are
so many things
around
~
that have no
function
to
~
besides the pleasure
its sight gives
Day 1463, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s cold
on the other side
of the window
~
but I feel the sun
inside
Day 1452, fake it.
Day's pictures, PoetryIt looks impossible
to do
~
so you fake it
Day 1451, unknown.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I looked up
in a mirror
~
and saw a ceiling
I normally don’t see
Day 1450, anticipating.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A next step
in darkness
~
my feet
feel the cold
concrete
~
anticipating
a sudden
Day 1448, lucky.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I think today
I found
some luck
~
a dice
with the number
two
~
showing up
when I looked
down
~
thinking about
what is
my lucky
number
Day 1446, distance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
What’s near me
seems
sharper
~
but
in the distance
I look colorful
Day 1444, greeted.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Everyday
I come home
and get greeted
by a hundred
expecting
stares
~
and never
do I satisfy
one of them
Day 1443, borderline.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The wind and warmth
lifts us up
and glides
in endless circles
~
never nearing
the verge
Day 1442, our window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are
like windows
in houses
~
it’s often hard
to look inside
~
in its darkness
or brightness
Day 1441, sky.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You
get scattered
in all directions
by all
that is small
~
but
its not the crest
that brings
but the ripples
that give
~
a blue sky
Day 1439, chaos.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is it holding me
down
or does it
grow
out of me
~
the inside
struggling
with the
outside
~
a picture
of chaos
Day 1438, shapes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its silent outside
and the space it leaves
forms my life
in abstractions
~
I look at these
alluring Rorschach’s
and wonder
in silence
Day 1437, chilling.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a chilling
swale
where grey skies
linger
I came across
old memories
~
by chance
I found a shelter
and reacquainted
Day 1436, exterior.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We have here
three parts
of
an exterior
~
one part
grew up
and got
cut down
as to
protect
~
the other
is made
out off the soil
and
drains
your sorrow
~
the thinnest
layer
is you
badly maintained
and easily changed
