The light
from above
hides
what’s underneath
the surface
Nochrisis
poem
Day 1202, wet sand.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I rest my head
in fresh cut grass.
Moist in the sand
from yesterday’s rain
makes me realize.
~
I see the flowers
in uncut grass
next to me
with colors
more beautiful
than the last time.
~
I close my eyes
fall away
and feel my wet hair
dry.
Nochrisis
Day 1201, pollen.
Day's pictures, Poetry
While walking
back
my fingers
graze in fields
filed
with bright white flowers
grown
in memory
pollinating
each next step
Nochrisis
Day 1200, sea.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The chain drags
dead weeds
from the bottom
in the sea
I go to
Nochrisis
Day 1199, roots.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A sea of green
surrounds me
when I fall
in grass
closer
to my roots
~
fear
of unknown eyes
between these roots
is what I meet
down there
~
among the animals
now
in this jungle
made of mirrors
I fear
the eyes
surrounding me
and feel
~
at home
Nochrisis
Day 1198, opening.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Imperfect
whilst
opening up
as foreplay
for lovers
Nochrisis
Day 1197, draws.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This color
draws me
deep
in side
Nochrisis
Day 1196, blinding.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
I see you in
shines from behind
blinding me
when you bend
in the shifting
winds
Nochrisis
Day 1195, tense.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shedding
your hiding place
like a flower
still tense, waiting
for some
warmth
time
Nochrisis
Day 1194, one drop.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The rain falls
without you
getting wet
by chance
that one drop
…
Day 1193, The dandelion.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A seed in the sun
yellow and white
in green filled fields
where the wind will sow
and takes their colors
away
Nochrisis
Day 1192, lock.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When it is gray
dark gray
the lock
innards
are exposed
understood.
But still
the exit
door
is hard
to open
Nochrisis
Day 1191, pay attention.
Day's pictures, Poetry
So…
this is how you clean
make sure
you get everything
that’s stuck
deep inside.
he!
pay attention
don’t look at them.
You need to know this
if you ever want to fly.
Nochrisis
Day 1190, weeds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see you
wandering
summer flowers
disguised weeds
enticing
me
in
Nochrisis
Day 1189, imprint.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is it
the imprint
of the nail
that’s left
that’s bind
us?
Nochrisis
Day 1188, constant order.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Mechanical waves
hit
in a constant
order
like nature
interfered
by my
thoughts
Nochrisis
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