There are
I assume
In our past
some where
good ideas
we collected
that are now
I presume
overlooked
thus forgotten
Nochrisis
poem
Day 1155, tied.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At the end
of the line
we
are all
tied
together
Nochrisis
Day 1154, unlike.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The vessels we use
to drink
in
our life’s
look all unlike
but all arise
from similar ground
Nochrisis
Day 1153, for you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Green natures forms
from spring
to climbs in the summer
in delicate shapes
for you
to
perceive
admire
obey
Nochrisis
Day 1152, I see.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From my vantage point
the trees are tall
in all directions
I see
my instinct
calms
I’ll wait
Nochrisis
Day 1151, thin wires.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I spawn thin wires
to hold on what takes
and catch the nearsighted
Nochrisis
Day 1150, life on a blue planet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Cold hard surface
clear colorful life
clinging moving tide
Nochrisis
Day 1149, inner lake.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The swan
majestic
In my dream
moves away
in silence
on a calm
early morning
lake
disturbed
by my attention
~
the dream
fades away
Nochrisis
Day 1148, blanket.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mist
overwhelms
like under a down
blanket
the light
bleak
seeps
in
darkness
Nochrisis
Day 1147, glare.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For some reason
the glare
you see
In my window
reflects
something
you see
Nochrisis
Day 1146, ornaments.
Haiku, Poetry
Ordinary objects
Ideas
once used
placed
forgotten
turn into ornaments
praised for
remembered
glory
Nochrisis
Day 1145, overwhelmed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There is a small stone
where I step
In a reflex
I buckle
overwhelmed
Nochrisis
Day 1144, no world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I close my eyes
being
in the middle of my house
we
detach
there is no world
only silence
and abyss
Nochrisis
Day 1143, my shovel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Behind the white door
grey walls
I sit and live
and see the world
where the rod
is wielded
obeyed
and people forget
we all should
just play
build sandcastles
Nochrisis
Day 1142, sometimes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the corner
of where I live
the curtains open
regularly
to let in
the light
and
sometimes
the sun
Nochrisis
Day 1141, of our time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
Nochrisis
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