poem
Day 1334, standing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On top of the hill
I look back
and turn around
Day 1333, tel me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see several layers
when you paint
me
your picture
~
but why did you stop
Day 1332, left hanging.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s hanging here
worn out
what is
left over
of
it
Day 1331, warning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Colors in the mirror
are further away
from reality
than they appear
Day 1330, different light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Something
about the light
this morning
gave me
a colourful
look
at the world
I walked through
Day 1329, a sign.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I have this
sign
that tells me
something
they say
but
I will hang it
on the wall
as
decoration
Day 1328, from the depth.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Lifting up
yourself
is not
possible
Day 1327, frost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A long
cold
Russian veil
touches our lands
ever so slightly
~
and for a few moments
this touch
highlights
last summer
Day 1326, crossings.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Hope
a glowing bridge
we
create
from the dark parts
in our mind
to
the next day
Day 1325, flames.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even the sun
can
get out of bed
on the wrong
side
Day 1324, forest.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turned
and a dark forest
arose
from where I was
before
~
lost
~
though
soon
the familiar
sound
that brings
you down
brings you back
to the light
like a stream
to the sea
Day 1323, a thin layer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Dry air
rain
sunshine
time
attachment
weakens
relation
lost
colours
fall
down
drying out
Day 1322, open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The only thing I
sometimes
see
is the wheel
to open
the floodgates
Day 1321, whilst.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To maintain
my good humor
whilst growing
up
I
erected
several exhausts
on my dome
and installed
filters
and air conditioning
Nochrisis 