picture
Day 1434, sunrise.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun
was shining brightly
behind
muting clouds
~
and the day
was
an hour away
~
but soon
her warmth
redeemed
~
and shone
upon
to me
Day 1431, flower
Day's pictures, Poetry
A black
flower
cast
on the ground
picked up
turned around
~
bright
layers
inside
Day 1429, stale air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all
live motionless
together
~
looking
at the world
behind
stone walls
~
through
windows
we sometimes
open
to let
the stale air
in
or out
Day 1428, turning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I read the news
in the morning
and feel
the world
turning
~
that
gives me
~
sometimes
~
a beautiful
view
to forget
Day 1426, pain-ting
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some
colourful ideas
seem great
~
but don’t forget
underneath
you are still bare
Day 1425, disappear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Don’t stare
to long
at the door
~
it might
slowly
disappear
in the wall
Day 1423, their own.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A lucent winter
reflects
on the morning
sun
~
the road ahead
empty
but I
don’t
slow down
~
my thoughts
go
their own
way
Day 1420, opening up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The old door
is corroded
over the years
~
it’s not
maintained
but
what inside
is still vivid
Day 1419, behind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The truth
lies
behind the things
you can’t
see
Day 1416, thinking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To think
deeper
You close
your eyes
~
even
if you are
afraid
of the dark
Day 1415, frozen.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three looks
at life
through
half frozen
windows
~
the ice crystals
reflect
your distraction
~
one windows
is black
your
imagination
~
the other two
are your eyes
closed
where the light
is seeping
through
and you
just fall
asleep
Day 1414, the road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I’m driven home
for a thousand
times
~
and not ones
the sky
was alike
~
and the road
always
takes me to
the end
Day 1413, ascent.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s cold
in the wind
on top of
the ridge
~
your view is wide
and even
in twilight
you can see further
~
but soon
the sun sets
and you have to
go home
Day 1412, memories.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking back
from where
I go
to where
I walked
~
I see
my trace
like in
the snow
~
and like the snow
rain and sun
will take away
my memory
Day 1411, we.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Intricate
random
falling
~
like
a snow flake
Nochrisis 