Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
poem
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 729, Stuck or not.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is she the first who dares.
Or the last who jumps backwards.
To get in line or to escape.
An unclear moment caught in time.
Day 728, Stuck.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One day I got stuck here.
And now I’m hanging around.
My brothers are the same.
They are like me, sticking around.
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 726, The shadows getting shorter.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the time of day, the shadows are still long.
They slowly move with every passing day.
The lines play a rhythm when we move along.
I dance my way till the shadows are gone.
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
I look in a window at a window.
I see myself reflecting on it.
As a bright light mis informed.
Reality framed contained shattered.
Day 719, no way out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The worn-out road going home.
Where dark clouds gather above.
Drifting slowly in opposite way’s.
Pulling me in and pouring me out.
Day 718, going down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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