
picture
Day 1409, empty.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A colourful sunrise
can empty
your mind
for a few
minutes
~
even a narcissist
has probably
once
enjoyed that
Day 1406, alone 2.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I live
on an Island
~
but
there is this bridge
to the rest
of the world
~
I sometimes
wonder
if
I really live
on an Island
Day 1402, and a few windows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We dream
of a tower
like it’s
our mind
with
no corners to break
~
your song
~
and
the only way
in
is from
below
a thousand stairs
down
Day 1401, shedding.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Slowly
our colourful
protection
sheds
~
it cast
some shadows
and falls
away
~
what lefts
is raw
but
hasn’t seen
the light
for many
days
Day 1398, led.
Day's pictures, Poetry
it’s grey
outside
~
and the wind
led
the rain
over my window
~
where
it normally
gets wiped
Day 1396, room to grow.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An empty mind
makes nice echo’s
Day 1395, work.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t
put
any animals
on
my boat
~
but
it will still
save me
Day 1393, fences.
Haiku, Poetry
I see
a lot of barriers
in front of me
~
shall I go left or right
Day 1390, in my mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the corner
of my mind
I sit
on a desk
~
in front
of me
I have a box
with
several
dials to turn
~
I don’t know
what they do
but
nonetheless
I turn them
and see
what happens
Day 1389, keyhole.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
shines
on the door
but doesn’t reach
all the corners
~
I look
for the keyhole
in the darkest
Day 1387, sun an rain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun
and rain
fall
together
~
the one
goes slow
the other
fast
~
they
will never meet
but
together
they
paint the sky
Day 1384, peck-oh.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Orange pekoe
two words
before
not in my world
poured
as a black void
~
what else
has no meaning
for me
~
am I now richer
or
pourer
Day 1382, staring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are all
staring the same
in different directions
~
maybe
if you had
four eyes
you would look
~
peculiar
Day 1379, woven pattern.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see a pattern
looking back
at my life
~
or is it just
part
of a strap
Day 1377, draining.
Day's pictures, Poetry