Day 1062, wonderland.

Day's pictures, Poetry

We clear the atmosphere

and set course to other worlds

our long sleep last ages

but for us, it’s just one dream

from our bridge, we see the new world

when we wake up from our sleep

It’s blue from up here

when closer, land does appear

we set down and wander out

just the two of us

all alone in this new land with an apple tree

Nochrisis

Day 1059, grey-less.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The red stands for blood

that runs through our construct

the black, and white our views.

The red is what we spill

our construct wants to rule

we are, black and white.

Nochris

Day 1058, storm.

Day's pictures, Poetry

A storm is going on.

I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.

The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside

the wind, roof and trees play their song

getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.

The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,

the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.

Nochrisis

Day 1056, swinging.

Day's pictures, Poetry

My feet go up when I rush forwards

I lean back and fly, feeling the essence of my childhood

at the top, on the other side, without knowing, I know

and rush back extending myself to where I just was.

I still like to sit down and swing, feel the air, go back, and forwards

wondering if the rope will hold

Nochrisis

Day 1055, a door.

Day's pictures, Poetry

A door, lost in nowhere

black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow

I stare, get lost, did I go through?

Is it even open?

the whiteout hides, footsteps passing

maybe I leaped, I will not know, so

I leave the door behind

dreaming of other pastures

on one of two sides.

Nochrisis

Day 1054, nature stares.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Nature stares, in my eyes

a suggestion, sound, a smell, picture

triggers, revealing old roads

a rush, I escape back

wander where I once was, feel it

emotions flare, waver, going away

once more, the road disappears

I could be him, was him again

Reliving my life, when nature stares.

Nochrisis

Day 1052, no control.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Turning around, and around, and around

till momentum takes you along

on a path and no control

Nochrisis

Day 1051, crossroads.

Day's pictures, History, Poetry

Projecting crossroads in life

to leave the guild and go right

praise yourself and feel free

walk around and you will see

Nochrisis

Today I finished the book “A people’s tragedy” by Orlando Figes. It’s about the Russian revolution between 1891-1924. It is a really good book and I can recommend it if you are interested in that part of history.

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Day 1050, life.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Black cliffs doom

ridged

a defile

towering

I feel

still

in calm waters

I move

feel judged

my mind plays

I see

pareidolia

the many faces

in me

appraise

I waver

through the current

that resolves

and flows

till

black cliffs doom

Nochrisis

Day 1048 a new day.

Day's pictures, Poetry

My eyes open, and it is dark

a heavy feeling, but I rise

the alarm goes, and turns of

I sit straight, to feel

the mask I will wear

a grimace, that takes over

that haunted my dreams

Nochrisis

Day 1046, cell.

Day's pictures, Poetry

White light muted

this room is small, detached

a window in the door

lines that are all connected

Nochrisis

Day 1045, imagine.

Day's pictures, Poetry

See, imagine

patterns, shapes

lines connecting

colors, hues

shades, shadows

representing

to you

your inside

outside

a subject

object

Nochrisis

Day 1043, remembering.

Day's pictures, Poetry

You can’t look

at the judgement

the eye that beholds

stares in you

dissects

slowly

when you look away

and at it again

because you

you have seen

your shame

before.

Nochrisis

Day 1041, The bridge.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The bridges end is near

the other side seems to be behind

*

I stop and look down

reflection is what I find

*

time streams

but looks frozen

*

far in the reflection

I see myself

*

as I was

without depth.

Nochrisis

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Day 1040, auburn sunrise.

Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry

A doorway in time

smells of new, yellow flowers

red, auburn sunrise.

Nochrisis