Day 2120, another view from my window.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The dark air stayed behind

when I closed the door

of the kitchen that already smelled

like the meal I will make

~

I opened the door

to the living room where the sun

still lit

a warmth that slowly left

cold glass

the earth turns

~

I stared at it

the colors that are left

without feeling

the motion

~

the smell from the kitchen

lured me away

I can soon sit down

and rest

inside

Day 2118, slowly.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When I stand in the forest

dark

staring at the sky

the tops of the trees sharp

outlined

against the blue

of the leftover day

~

I see the moon

slowly

moving

reassuring me

for another tomorrow

Day 1932, getting closer.

Daily picture, Poetry

The tree is beautiful

majestic in its complexity

~

to understand

you move

closer

even closer

~

to be amazed

but not wiser

Day 1853, starring at myself.

Daily picture, Poetry

Disorientated I stare at the faces I see every day

like the years I spend there before

where just a dream

I woke up from

just now

~

it only lasted a few seconds

but I still remember this

all these years later

Day 1852, going nowhere.

Daily picture, Poetry

We wait a lot in life

waiting for a signal to go

~

standing still

with only our mind that tells us

this is the way you go

where you are now

~

where you stand still

Day 1851, the right way.

Daily picture, Poetry

If there where no markings on the street

or signs showing the way

~

would we still arrive

at the intended destination

Day 1832, down stream.

Daily picture, Poetry

Full of energy I streamed down to a sea, driven by a need to go.

Halfway my journey, a cold eastern wind sung and gripped me, it took away the light and open sky, a barrier was composed, and a part of me conducted and stayed behind.

That part of me is for always lost, and will collapse the further I move away.

Some of it will follow me, eventually, but I will never know, when I will meet it again.

Day 1824, Daybreak VIII.

Daily picture

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book III

186. BUSINESS MEN. —Your business is your greatest prejudice, it binds you to your locality, your society and your tastes. Diligent in business but lazy in thought, satisfied with your paltriness and with the cloak of duty concealing this contentment: thus you live, and thus you like your children to be.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1823, Daybreak VII.

Daily picture

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book III

182. ROUGH AND READY CONSISTENCY.—People say of a man with great respect, ” He is a character “—that is, when he exhibits a rough and ready consistency, when it is evident even to the dullest eye. But, whenever a more subtle and profound intellect sets itself up and shows consistency in a higher manner, the spectators deny the existence of any character. That is why cunning statesmen usually act their comedy under the cloak of a kind of rough and ready consistency.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1816, duck.

Daily picture, Poetry

With some

you see from the outside

how the inside is holding

together

without looking

through their open

portholes

~

it’s the brick wall

that supports all that weight

and the cannons

they bear

Day 1789, dilute.

Daily picture, pictures

We often have to climb high

and far

away from our pride

~

before we can vent

whats burning

inside

~

and it can help

to stand straight

because appearance

dilutes

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Day 1788, windows.

Daily picture, Poetry

I wander

in my head

~

searching for a view

through a window in the rooms

facing the side

where the sun goes down

~

as if beauty

or the hope of a next day

beholds an answer

Day 1786, bloom.

Daily picture, Poetry

I landed with my face down

In a cold reality

of dead weeds and earth

~

when I looked up

just in front of me

I saw a gray flower

unopened

~

I wondered

when is the right time to bloom

Day 1785, and far.

Daily picture, Poetry

I saw the whole sky

and far in the distance

it was beautiful

Day 1782, leaning.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I always lean towards one side

when I visit you

~

it’s not always towards you

Day 1763, dis like.

Daily picture, Poetry

I have been reading around 800 of my old poems by now. A lot of them make no sense to me without the picture that it belongs to. The one I chose for today is from Day 1576.

Two flowers behind

the window in front of them

while rain and sun play

This one I personally like, even without the picture and meaning. The knowledge that what you like at the moment of creation might be disliked a few moments, hours, day’s, weeks or months later is…sobering. With my writing I have little pretensions, I can’t really judge it so this makes it easier to accept that I might dislike it the next day. I still have a lot to learn and as soon as the money allows it I will hire some online teacher that can give me some pointers.

With my picture taking it is similar, the difference is that I don’t dislike my old pictures, they are just out of fashion. What I mean with that is that I go thru phases, I have periods that I like saturated colors, and other times more muted or black and white. This changes all the time and I always love the faze I am in.

With photography I also don’t mind what others might think of it, with my poetry I would mind. But like photography, poetry is also subjective. There are some rules in photography, but a good photographer can brake those rules and still make it look good. I guess that’s also possible in poetry, but I am still in a phase that I enjoy the process, smile about my own ingenuity, and don’t understand what I was righting about three weeks later.

In the pictures below you can see that i like to get close to the things that are interesting, and hardly ever get seen.