When you look down at the reflection of the sky in barely frozen water.
I will stay a little longer, till it moves — me.
Day 3264, me.
Daily picture, Poetrypoem
Day 3262, hands.
Daily picture, Poetry
It’s strange that the clock around the dark corner ticks slower, or are your hands tied?
Day 3261, whoever needs direction.
Daily picture, Poetry
It is often clear to see that the whole is now in parts.
Too much pressure or a sudden shock is often the reason, and while some of the broken parts move on with some functions intact, others seem to lose their purpose.
These parts will only find purpose in someone else's reinventing hands or might fill a hole in whoever needs direction.
Day 3260, against ideality.
Daily picture, My thoughts, Poetry
Abandoned factories are often more interesting than the ones still in use.
For me, it is the activity, the moving parts, and the workers doing their work in silence that I see projected on what is now, old.
I imagine, and what I imagine is often a more refined version of reality, with harmony as its guide.
Reality necessarily rubs against ideality.
Day 3259, time is changing?
Daily picture, Poetry
I built it all by myself, satisfied. It was finished, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t.
Time passes by; time is nothing when we are not around, but in silence, it stops where you are, and without effort, it will reverse where you ended, where you were satisfied.
Why do we fight time? Is it because we have none?
Day 3258, I will wait.
Daily picture, Poetry
I walked a road tomorrow, and there was no one.
But it was an emptiness, the kind that hides a void where someone belongs.
Something should be there waiting for me, on the side of that road
Even if it is just a wish, I will wait tomorrow.
Day 3257, that room.
Daily picture, Poetry
I remember that high lookout from where I had an overview of the room that was my life.
Heavy freight I lifted and moved over obstacles from up there.
I sometimes look back at that memory and see the old stairs going up, remembering all those times when I was looking down and to the other side of the hall where my future slowly grew.
I wish it were safe to go up there now, all these years later, and see where my future ended by the time I left that room.
Day 3253, if I choose.
Daily picture, Poetry
I don’t know if I choose to
look through small and narrow windows
or prefer the wider view from my living room
either way
I will have my routines
after I have moved
again
Day 3253, questions.
Daily picture, Poetry
Is individuality blending in
with yourself within
or to stand out
with your inside
outside
what do we express
when we express
Day 3252, do you.
Daily picture, Poetry
I hope you understand
where I stand
without standing here
where I stand
Day 3251, for me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I don’t have to look too hard
to see that I will never fit
through the door you opened for me
I have to bow down
or go on my knees
for you
but to be honest
I would do it for me.
Day 3250, I cannot.
Daily picture, Poetry
I cannot see if you are home
from where I stand
some distance might work
or you can open up
let in some fresh air
In the meanwhile
I will look for a door
Day 3248, why is it.
Daily picture, Poetry
I sit here looking at the bricks
that make up my wall
I think it is only the last layers
that now prevent me from pushing the wall
over
it is the weight of it all
why is it always the last
and not the first bricks
are they not all the same in form
and function
Day 3247, transparent.
Daily picture, Poetry
If you look down
the road up is quite transparent
as long as you keep going
and enjoy the steps taken
you will reach a top
Day 3246, something.
Daily picture, Poetry
I like to look at my reflection
from the other side of the window
from there I can look inside
through my outside
and in the evening
the colors fade
with grey black and white
and something speaks
in forms and forms
Day 2345, accusation.
Daily picture, Poetry
I look at the roof
of the building you build
with words
I am not sure if I look down on it
or that your roof is so slanted
to cover all sides
from the erosion my words
will inflict
overtime
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