poem
Day 1364, flair.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When the light
finally hits
me
I shy slightly
away
but the light
still
casts
a beautiful
flair
Day 1363, riddle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Can’t miracles
be useful
without a can opener
Day 1362, turn it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Something
is wrong
with this
picture
~
maybe
I have to
turn
Day 1361, overwhelming.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its light
and dark
looking
from where I sit
pulling at a horizon
that doesn’t want to
get closer
Day 1360, left in an angle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
She sat restless
pushed herself
away
ever so slightly
while getting up
Day 1359, restoration.
Haiku, Poetry
Endless day’s
we work
with our hands
we lift
the materials
we need
the tools
we use
~
we look
at the old
imagine
the new
we take
away
and give
some back
Day 1358, as if.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look up
after I closed the door
and in a reflection
I see the sun
showing off
as if nothing happened
Day 1357, paint.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I live
in a tall
wooden house
with high ceilings
where my thoughts float up
and I can’t see
the paint
that protects
Day 1356, fantasy.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look outside
my window
and see the same
view
as I did
in my fantasy
when I
was young
~
I sometimes wonder
if
I
am
still
a fantasy
Day 1355, moving forwards.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The clouds
are grey
and the hills
nearest
agree
~
soon
the sun will set
and only
the light
planted in the past
will guide
me
through the ever
greyer
Day 1354, obstruction.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Over the years
summer leafs
gather in our mind
and never fall
Day 1353, dare to wonder.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Objects
that we use
are made
for us
~
have often
more
history
complexity
than we
our lives
Day 1352, I hold therefore…
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some heavy force
upon me
connected
a soul
to this living
replaceable
corps
Day 1351, only.
Haiku, Poetry
My
identifier
will stick
with thoughts
of me
after
I am
rotten
away
Day 1350, inner.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 