Shadows slowly take over the last hour of the day
drifting from sea heavy laden clouds come to engulf
and feast on what’s left of the warmth in the valleys.
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pictures
Day 1081, cat and mouse.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A cat, goes around
a corner in the house.
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A mouse, turns around
a corner in the house.
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Both, they stand still
waiting, for the chase.
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Day 1080, for all the woman.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark flower.
All of life’s forces used.
Towering over
looked down on
alone
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Nina Simone, I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Day 1079, A morning at the kindergarten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Big empty canvas. Paint
12 different colors. Paint
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Sleeves rolled up. Paint
Squeezing tubes. Paint
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Little fingers play. Paint
Fantasy smeared. Life.
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Day 1077, fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Begging to a wall, cornered
a mighty force, storms in my world
past on anger still spills, from its wounds
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Day 1076, water colors.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A big table with thousands of beautiful colors
where time slows down, stands still and looks at you
at the fantasy that forms by a vibrant mind
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Day 1074, I look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a peephole I look
afraid, and see a dark forest.
The door won’t open.
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Day 1073, twice.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look in two mirrors and see two halves twice of myself.
I recognize both from past mirrored reflections.
I don’t know what I would know about them without them.
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Day 1072, still water.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sudden strong wind coming from the other shore form ripples on still water.
The sun has reached its highest point and is descending scattered in reflecting water.
From the bright light of midday, through the long shadows, it ends in dark red reflection on calmed water.
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Day 1071, unanswered question.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At night, dark moods like figures wake
to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.
Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.
My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.
The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.
My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.
What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.
An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?
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Day 1070, lifeless structures.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Abandoned, lifeless structures
strewn around with idle hope
weathered and quiet, half overgrown
forgotten at the end
together with the dust and silent life’s
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Day 1068, Symmetry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Symmetry in attention and intent.
Symmetry in movement and intent.
The curse of dualism’s delusion
Is our dance not guided by the rhythm?
Is life not a drift with a rudderless helm?
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Day 1067, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror points in two directions.
It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.
It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.
So, what is reflected?
Am I my own imitation?
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Day 1066, sick world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s burning outside, in my world.
It’s the hate you see, in my world.
The absence of mirrors, reflection.
The believe in a father, party, or lord.
A promise that steels, seduces your conscience.
Reduces the other, your neighbor, to foe.
“They have to be wrong why else do they question”.
Your right is not standing well on its own.
It’s saddens to know that people still hate.
And have not learned from the mistakes that are made.
It’s burning outside, in the world that I see.
It’s the hate you see, in the world that I see.
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Day 1065, silicon stone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We opened our eyes one morning and looked down on nature.
A first tool we gathered, the stone to break, a hand we guided.
We looked up, that evening, at millions of stars to wonder.
We became our own master, ruler of the world.
We now can fly, go faster and destroy it all.
Have the knowledge, ever imagined, in our hands,
to give that back, one morning, to a silicon stone.
The stone that breaks
And frees us all.
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Day 1063, a wall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Change, a white wall, with a door.
A sign, something written, a mark
deteriorated, for ages, illegible.
A warning, description, a guide?
Will you do, a next step, be afraid?
Not knowing, immobilized,
or unabashed, and open, forget.
Are you afraid of the unknown
or afraid of standing still?
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