The memo
with the rules
I think
It
was hanging here
Have you seen it?
Do you
my friend
know how to live?
Nochrisis
pictures
Day 1158, closed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The strangers
like we are
outside
locked gates
refugees
like we where
once
Nochrisis
Day 1157, just fly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A still live
where the birds
just fly
the waves
never brake
and the music
is gone
Nochrisis
Day 1153, for you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Green natures forms
from spring
to climbs in the summer
in delicate shapes
for you
to
perceive
admire
obey
Nochrisis
Day 1151, thin wires.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I spawn thin wires
to hold on what takes
and catch the nearsighted
Nochrisis
Day 1150, life on a blue planet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Cold hard surface
clear colorful life
clinging moving tide
Nochrisis
Day 1149, inner lake.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The swan
majestic
In my dream
moves away
in silence
on a calm
early morning
lake
disturbed
by my attention
~
the dream
fades away
Nochrisis
Day 1148, blanket.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mist
overwhelms
like under a down
blanket
the light
bleak
seeps
in
darkness
Nochrisis
Day 1147, glare.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For some reason
the glare
you see
In my window
reflects
something
you see
Nochrisis
Day 1146, ornaments.
Haiku, Poetry
Ordinary objects
Ideas
once used
placed
forgotten
turn into ornaments
praised for
remembered
glory
Nochrisis
Day 1145, overwhelmed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There is a small stone
where I step
In a reflex
I buckle
overwhelmed
Nochrisis
Day 1144, no world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I close my eyes
being
in the middle of my house
we
detach
there is no world
only silence
and abyss
Nochrisis
Day 1143, my shovel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Behind the white door
grey walls
I sit and live
and see the world
where the rod
is wielded
obeyed
and people forget
we all should
just play
build sandcastles
Nochrisis
Day 1137, missing lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A part of it
leaves it open
to draw lines
where they miss
Nochrisis
Day 1135, angle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It depends on what
angle you look
up to the sky
wondering
in circles
looking
for the smoke
hiding
or pointing the way
Nochrisis
Day 1133, let you in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To let you in
my door
hinges on
an old structure
forgotten
old paint
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 