Two worlds recede
the vacuum feeds
pulls two masses
back into
the event
horizon
Nochrisis
poem
Day 1060, entrance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The entrance is hard to find
between the overgrowth
of the forest we walk through
and entered all these years ago
Nochrisis
Day 1059, grey-less.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The red stands for blood
that runs through our construct
the black, and white our views.
The red is what we spill
our construct wants to rule
we are, black and white.
Nochris
Day 1058, storm.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A storm is going on.
I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.
The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside
the wind, roof and trees play their song
getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.
The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,
the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.
Nochrisis
Day 1057, a new track.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.
On a morning where the world still sleeps,
and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.
I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,
where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.
The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.
Nochrisis
Day 1056, swinging.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My feet go up when I rush forwards
I lean back and fly, feeling the essence of my childhood
at the top, on the other side, without knowing, I know
and rush back extending myself to where I just was.
I still like to sit down and swing, feel the air, go back, and forwards
wondering if the rope will hold
Nochrisis
Day 1055, a door.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A door, lost in nowhere
black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow
I stare, get lost, did I go through?
Is it even open?
the whiteout hides, footsteps passing
maybe I leaped, I will not know, so
I leave the door behind
dreaming of other pastures
on one of two sides.
Nochrisis
Day 1054, nature stares.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nature stares, in my eyes
a suggestion, sound, a smell, picture
triggers, revealing old roads
a rush, I escape back
wander where I once was, feel it
emotions flare, waver, going away
once more, the road disappears
I could be him, was him again
Reliving my life, when nature stares.
Nochrisis
Day 1053, belong.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The end of a tunnel
is near
me
I believe
with my head
high
I will
fall
and land
on two feet
my knees
where I
belong
Nochrisis
Day 1052, no control.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Turning around, and around, and around
till momentum takes you along
on a path and no control
Nochrisis
Day 1051, crossroads.
Day's pictures, History, Poetry
Projecting crossroads in life
to leave the guild and go right
praise yourself and feel free
walk around and you will see
Nochrisis
Today I finished the book “A people’s tragedy” by Orlando Figes. It’s about the Russian revolution between 1891-1924. It is a really good book and I can recommend it if you are interested in that part of history.
Day 1050, life.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Black cliffs doom
ridged
a defile
towering
I feel
still
in calm waters
I move
feel judged
my mind plays
I see
pareidolia
the many faces
in me
appraise
I waver
through the current
that resolves
and flows
till
black cliffs doom
Nochrisis
Day 1049, imagined.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you look to long
at patterns imagined
straight lines bend
fade and distort.
Nochrisis
Day 1048 a new day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My eyes open, and it is dark
a heavy feeling, but I rise
the alarm goes, and turns of
I sit straight, to feel
the mask I will wear
a grimace, that takes over
that haunted my dreams
Nochrisis
Day 1047, balcony.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A wooden table and two chairs
where we are looking outside
around this table we meet
where our worlds are in sight
looking beyond the bars
where we see through
the safety that it gives
where the shadows are long
Nochrisis
Day 1046, cell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
White light muted
this room is small, detached
a window in the door
lines that are all connected
Nochrisis
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