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Day 738, a few minutes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Suddenly I was there again
in the distance and staring to myself
for a few more minutes.
Day 736, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Inside I look at you
a warm home to go and contemplate
and say little but everything.
Day 735, Window into the future.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Often, I see clear through
but on the surface when in focus
you see your future self.
Day 734, Perfect circle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you’re closing the circle
you have been pushed at different times
but pressure makes its rounds.
Day 733, power.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
Day 732, Night walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The trees stretch out above
the path I go at night alone
to touch the half-moon.
Day 731, turn.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I drive home and turn
because there is a being over there
I don’t want to be.
Day 730, Back to nature.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life and tales cannot conserve
the things that had once natures roots
our breath tells and takes.
Day 727, abandon ship.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Adrift and abandoned, lost somewhere.
The sea can get wild and lure you away.
What’s left is a shell, a thing that gives up.
Where are you now at this very end?
Day 725, Still.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Staring in the distance, so I can close my eyes.
Waiting for a nowhere to go today.
I want to move but I stand still here.
Maybe later something will, so I can go.
Day 724, To stay in or to stay out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The weather is sometimes against you
The snow comes in straight or the rain just falls down.
Its nature telling you to stay home.
To enjoy the weather outside from the inside.
Day 723, Evolutionary pressures
Day's pictures, Poetry
A million years of gradual change.
Formed by the waters a pressure that shaped.
The weights that we feel now, standing up straight.
Are not like the water it’s the baggage we made.
Day 722, Shadow as a result.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The walls in your life are always there.
They often catch you at wanted times.
When the glow of a dream shines on you.
A darkened reflection is what you beget.
Day 721, bury the sword.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s time that corrodes the hardest will
One’s sharp and to the point.
The air that past has taken your strife.
You’re now laid out for men to see.
Day 720, don’t look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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