poem
Day 1387, sun an rain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun
and rain
fall
together
~
the one
goes slow
the other
fast
~
they
will never meet
but
together
they
paint the sky
Day 1386, my window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Fast
comes down
the snow
~
till
it stops
when it meets
my window
~
the wind
still moves it
left and right
~
but it is now
on its way
down
slowly
Day 1385, storms.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The roof I live under
is thin
when it storms
I feel it
~
by chance
the structure
that supports
is strong
and holds
Day 1384, peck-oh.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Orange pekoe
two words
before
not in my world
poured
as a black void
~
what else
has no meaning
for me
~
am I now richer
or
pourer
Day 1382, staring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are all
staring the same
in different directions
~
maybe
if you had
four eyes
you would look
~
peculiar
Day 1381, in line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all
stand together
bound
by an outside
force
~
only
the people
looking out
have a chance
to bent
Day 1380, locked.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A leather chest
locked
when it
was put down
~
no key
~
a crowbar
is needed
Day 1379, woven pattern.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see a pattern
looking back
at my life
~
or is it just
part
of a strap
Day 1378, a lot of air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In some places
situations
you can feel
that the ground
you stand on
is not
all there
~
if you look
you can feel
a light
head
Day 1377, draining.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sometimes
feel drained
~
hanging
face down
in the air
~
hands
through the slits
where I feel
the freedom
as they move
Day 1376, empty chair.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a darkened room
with
empty chairs
I see a man
~
sitting
~
is he the last
going out
or
the first
coming in
Day 1375, modern art.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Modern art
seen
as a reflection
of life
is difficult
to understand
if you look at it
from the wrong
angle
Day 1374, behind me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the reflection
of an art piece
I can look
at life
passing by
behind me
Day 1373, I member.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I know
I’ve made it
many years
ago
but I
don’t remember
~
I have the proof
in my hands
but
it’s still
gone
Day 1372, dear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 