We are
on the same
line
~
but
still far
apart
pictures
Day 1418, movement.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The distance
is clear
to see
when you’re
moving
what’s
in front of
you
Day 1417, down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s fallen
on bare ground
wrought on
a memory
~
to make the demise
fruitful
Day 1408, driving home.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sea
is quiet
but the sun
is loud
this afternoon
~
it’s
only
a few weeks
each year
that I can see
it
like this
Day 1407, lucky.
Poetry
After
a long fall
I landed
softly
on the ones
that fell
before
me
Day 1405, one.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From deep
down
the darkest
caves
~
smoke
from baking
bread
and culture
~
spread
through the air
seeping
into all
our pores
Day 1404, cloak.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Rage
is a thin
red
line
~
with
black
on both
sides
Day 1403, alone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There
are many islands
I
will never see
~
but
I have been
on one
so
I know
how it feels
Day 1400, overview.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t think
there is anyone
that knows
what you see
~
but it is
in our nature
to imagine
Day 1399, nut case.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I
can slowly
wind down
or
force
myself up
~
I am screwed
Day 1397, fingers.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Fill your canvas
with
your fingers
some red
yellow
green
blue
and
no direction
~
and then
~
the day
will
not start
till it is tomorrow
Day 1394, separetly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I know
what I see
when I look
at the parts
~
separately
~
but
together
Day 1392, stare.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes
I see double
and upside
down
~
I say it
twice
to me
and you
~
draped in
deception
a comfortable
cloak
~
these
are the stares
I
sometimes
go
Day 1391, corrosion.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We maintain
for the longest
time
~
that
what we
love
~
why
don’t we love
till the end
of
our time
Day 1388, I open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It feels
like a room
where it is
dark
~
I scuff slowly
touching
hoping to feel
something
~
a shade opens
its light
outside
and the floor
I see
inside
seems
to be
~
all
tied up
Day 1386, my window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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