The entrance is hard to find
between the overgrowth
of the forest we walk through
and entered all these years ago
Nochrisis
picture
Day 1057, a new track.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.
On a morning where the world still sleeps,
and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.
I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,
where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.
The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.
Nochrisis
Day 1053, belong.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The end of a tunnel
is near
me
I believe
with my head
high
I will
fall
and land
on two feet
my knees
where I
belong
Nochrisis
Day 1049, imagined.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you look to long
at patterns imagined
straight lines bend
fade and distort.
Nochrisis
Day 1047, balcony.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A wooden table and two chairs
where we are looking outside
around this table we meet
where our worlds are in sight
looking beyond the bars
where we see through
the safety that it gives
where the shadows are long
Nochrisis
Day 1044, telling it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Slowly it rises
under the surface
pulled upwards
your truth
construct
it’s will
breaks the surface
a tear
pressure
your fear
silenced for one breath
you deliver
Nochrisis
Day 1042, primal fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From deep down
buried deeper through the ages
when danger was
no abstraction
when
a movement in shadows
makes flight rule or fight
for fleeting life.
Buried deep, fear is still
demands our notion
when the unknown
is perceived
constructed
expected
demanded.
Nochrisis
What does my cat dream.
My thoughts
I am listening to eighties music on YouTube and was thinking about my nostalgic period of the month. I guess because I was a teenager back then that that’s why I love that music so mush, even the song I didn’t like back then.
You are so mush emptier when you’re young that every sip of life makes a deeper impression then they do now, when you are older, and you are full…almost full.
When I go to bed I often hope to dream about those days, maybe my cat is doing that now.
This is the music list i played: 80 hits
Day 1038, winter snow.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The mid-winter sun
following time slowly up
melting winter snow.
Nochrisis
Day 1036, habit.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The snow falls and forms
paths you follow by habit
a warm scarf is fine.
Day 1035, should do.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
In a bare season
trees still lose their summer pride
as we all should do.
Day 1032, for you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Seen from above
from far in time
patterns emerge,
or maybe it is
that details join
to perform for you
Nochrisis
Day 1031, the unknown.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A roadblock forms
unseen
around the corner
still habit wavers
before the turn
for sudden change
the unknown
Nochrisis
Self-publishing on Amazon
Books, pictures, Poetry
This week I got the idea to self-publish some of my poetry combined with pictures. I have done that before but that was purely for myself and through a photo website, which was great quality but also expensive, like 90 dollars or so. So, I went to the Amazons self-publishing site and looked at some tutorials on YouTube and it seems to work great and for what you get it’s a good deal (I hope, haven’t read all the fine print). I have not received a copy of my little book, so I don’t know what the quality is, especially because I included color pictures, but for the 20 dollars (including postage to Norway) I spend there is not mush to loose…besides my time.
Day 1026, chains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Repeating lines emerge
from a past to a wished-for future
not intersected
by realities chains
Nochrisis
Day 1020, dividing space.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Thoughts originate
spread out equally
from a middle
neutral origin
where they go
hitting the light
shattering apart
dividing space
Nochrisis
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