Slowly it rises
under the surface
pulled upwards
your truth
construct
it’s will
breaks the surface
a tear
pressure
your fear
silenced for one breath
you deliver
Nochrisis
poem
Day 1043, remembering.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You can’t look
at the judgement
the eye that beholds
stares in you
dissects
slowly
when you look away
and at it again
because you
you have seen
your shame
before.
Nochrisis
Day 1042, primal fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From deep down
buried deeper through the ages
when danger was
no abstraction
when
a movement in shadows
makes flight rule or fight
for fleeting life.
Buried deep, fear is still
demands our notion
when the unknown
is perceived
constructed
expected
demanded.
Nochrisis
Day 1041, The bridge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The bridges end is near
the other side seems to be behind
*
I stop and look down
reflection is what I find
*
time streams
but looks frozen
*
far in the reflection
I see myself
*
as I was
without depth.
Nochrisis
Day 1040, auburn sunrise.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
A doorway in time
smells of new, yellow flowers
red, auburn sunrise.
Nochrisis
Day 1039, geometric.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Arctic eastern wind
sculpted invisible lines
of geometric.
Nochrisis
Day 1038, winter snow.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The mid-winter sun
following time slowly up
melting winter snow.
Nochrisis
Day 1037, Peril.
., Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Trees, dark and waver,
for a gust is all it takes.
Peril, at lee side.
Nochrisis
Day 1036, habit.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The snow falls and forms
paths you follow by habit
a warm scarf is fine.
Day 1035, should do.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
In a bare season
trees still lose their summer pride
as we all should do.
Day 1034, we are nothing.
Books, Philosophy, Poetry
when we look over water
where the horizon disappears
the sea follows, has no end
we feel the truth about life
it’s meaningless, we are nothing
Today I finished a book about Friedrich Nietzsche “I am dynamite” by Sue Prideaux. I liked the book, I can recommend it when you are interested in the life of Nietzsche from his youth till after his death.
Day 1033, blues.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The full moon reflects
behind grey clouds
outside alone
you move
dance of darkness
a tango on blues
Day 1032, for you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Seen from above
from far in time
patterns emerge,
or maybe it is
that details join
to perform for you
Nochrisis
Day 1031, the unknown.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A roadblock forms
unseen
around the corner
still habit wavers
before the turn
for sudden change
the unknown
Nochrisis
Day 1030, never looks back.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Moving over
elaborate rails
gilded, thoughtful
allusive sleepers
a future for the fortunate
or the one that never looks back
Nochrisis
Day 1029, tweet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You wonder
why some see it as straight
what you see as crooked
is there no answer
or more than one
I guess at least I do reflect
while some just roar shout out, and tweet
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 