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
pictures
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
Day 1131, a vast landscape.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I open the door
and lead you to my window
to show you from the inside
what I see outside
~
a vast landscape
shallow waters
deep swamps
a sunset
~
the shortening shadows
snakes hiding place
and lions roam
on the baron ground
~
and men, still marches
in goose step
blindly, to obey
it’s inner ape
Nochrisis
Day 1130, my ladder.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A climb, up my ladder
a nice view
a ride
afterwards
not sure
where
Nochrisis
Day 1129, friend on a bridge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The bridge
crossed your mind
on your way
~
on good day’s
~
looking down
from the bridge
at the city
at the roofs
the houses
that hide
you are sure
have problems you lived
are covered
not seen
have no door
~
the bridge
is now
has become
today
for you
are down
no longer
for crossing
to overcome
~
you
~
you just want
~
to be
~
brave
one more time
~
close a door
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Day 1128, downfall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Million-year-old layers
protect me from the downfall
once risen from the earth
Nochrisis
Day 1127, finally.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In strange harbors
I rest my self
between the unknown
the noises
–
movements
–
finally
I wake
a new sunrise
reflecting
a way
Nochrisis
Day 1126, behind the mountains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sea is calm
the horizon still far away
behind the mountains
I presume
Nochrisis
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