pictures
Day 1366, past it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Modern churches
are no longer made
to last
~
its not
because the end
is near
but because
we already
past it
Day 1364, flair.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When the light
finally hits
me
I shy slightly
away
but the light
still
casts
a beautiful
flair
Day 1357, paint.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I live
in a tall
wooden house
with high ceilings
where my thoughts float up
and I can’t see
the paint
that protects
Day 1352, I hold therefore…
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some heavy force
upon me
connected
a soul
to this living
replaceable
corps
Day 1349, no luster.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Modern worship
is transparent
like a tree
in winter
~
you can see
the heavens
but
the luster
of summer
and green shade
is gone
Day 1343, stare.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Someone’s friend
can look at me
sometimes
as if
I
am there
but not there
Day 1342, more forgotten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A roof
the least appreciated
of what our ancestor
invented
~
more forgotten
then what came
from under its protection
~
culture
politics
~
maybe
looking at the stars
is not that bad
Day 1337, digesting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At this table
my thoughts
rest
~
only silhouettes
dine with me
Day 1333, tel me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see several layers
when you paint
me
your picture
~
but why did you stop
Day 1326, crossings.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Hope
a glowing bridge
we
create
from the dark parts
in our mind
to
the next day
Day 1325, flames.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even the sun
can
get out of bed
on the wrong
side
Day 1324, forest.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turned
and a dark forest
arose
from where I was
before
~
lost
~
though
soon
the familiar
sound
that brings
you down
brings you back
to the light
like a stream
to the sea
Day 1323, a thin layer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Dry air
rain
sunshine
time
attachment
weakens
relation
lost
colours
fall
down
drying out
Day 1322, open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The only thing I
sometimes
see
is the wheel
to open
the floodgates
Day 1319, out to dry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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