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
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pictures
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
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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Day 1039, geometric.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Arctic eastern wind
sculpted invisible lines
of geometric.
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Lonely in the snow.
., My thoughts
First time this year we are snowed in. There was not so mush snowfall, but it was storming and the road to my house has at some places almost a meter snow blown on it after it was plowed yesterday.
Living isolated is a nice complement to my inner isolation, like on an island in my mind.
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better. Henry Rollins
Selfie vs the world.
., My thoughts
Norway, 1997
In our family it was tradition to make a photo album after a vacation. I really like these albums and when I’m home I often like to look in these old albums. I personally still try to do this, but I have to admit that I leg a view vacations behind. For most people these days the vacation pictures are taken with a digital camera and stored on a computer or still on there phones.
Day 1037, Peril.
., Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Trees, dark and waver,
for a gust is all it takes.
Peril, at lee side.
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Day 1034, we are nothing.
Books, Philosophy, Poetry
when we look over water
where the horizon disappears
the sea follows, has no end
we feel the truth about life
it’s meaningless, we are nothing
Today I finished a book about Friedrich Nietzsche “I am dynamite” by Sue Prideaux. I liked the book, I can recommend it when you are interested in the life of Nietzsche from his youth till after his death.
Day 1033, blues.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The full moon reflects
behind grey clouds
outside alone
you move
dance of darkness
a tango on blues
Day 1030, never looks back.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Moving over
elaborate rails
gilded, thoughtful
allusive sleepers
a future for the fortunate
or the one that never looks back
Nochrisis
Day 1029, tweet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You wonder
why some see it as straight
what you see as crooked
is there no answer
or more than one
I guess at least I do reflect
while some just roar shout out, and tweet
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Day 1028, why I am here.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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