pictures
Day 1586, protection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking back
at all the misshapen
building blocks
stacked together
to form this wall
~
it all seems to fit
effortlessly
but I still remember
standing down there
between all the broken pieces
of the walls
left
by my forefathers
Day 1585, barriers.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stumbled upon
this wall last week
~
it is solid
but also made
out of many
small facets
stacked
together
~
it doesn’t really matter
it is still
standing
in my way
Day 1581, straight through.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am looking
through a window
inside of you
from where the outside
is faded
~
but I only
see straight through you
and see the tears
on your eyes
from the inside
Day 1578, roof.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I felt protected
for many years
~
but the roof was corroding
from the inside out
and one day the rain
came down
inside
and woke me up
Day 1577, stares.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I remember the house
where I thought I grew up
~
there was an old chimney
a corner where I played
and my father closed the door
~
in my memories
he was never there
in reality
he often stares at me
standing in front
of my reflection
Day 1572, stale.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I can not open
the window
from where I sit
~
I can see
some of the horizon
but it is the smell
that I think
I miss
~
I can get up
but it is still
not to stale
where I sit
Day 1571, work in progress 2.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The first light
and movement they sense
still wet
and lost
gives them no
thoughts
only
reactions
~
slowly
they grow
and the world
gets projected
from this one
reel
~
and it is still
flickering
when they close
their eyes
and dream
~
for them
there is no other
sunset, color of grass
or fear.
~
there is no other
Day 1570, hang.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It looks like
all the lines eventually
come together
somewhere near
the end
in the distance
~
till then
I just hang my thoughts
on them
Day 1568, attach.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I
attach myself
I feel
this hard pull
when we leave
Day 1561, afloat.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From a dark
cold
sudden light
to a texture
~
this order
keeps it all
afloat
Day 1554, waiting for.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I lost
most of my
hair
early in my summer
when the wind
didn’t stop
for me
Day 1553, a group.
Day's pictures, Poetry
All bunched up
looking in different
directions
~
but not outside
Day 1550, twist.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I twist
in to myself
and want to close
~
the space between
my two way’s
Day 1548, bends.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In
and out of focus
we climb up
~
till our branch
bends down again
to where we started
Day 1544, moonlight
Day's pictures, Poetry
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