The sun
and rain
fall
together
~
the one
goes slow
the other
fast
~
they
will never meet
but
together
they
paint the sky
Poetry
Day 1386, my window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Fast
comes down
the snow
~
till
it stops
when it meets
my window
~
the wind
still moves it
left and right
~
but it is now
on its way
down
slowly
Day 1385, storms.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The roof I live under
is thin
when it storms
I feel it
~
by chance
the structure
that supports
is strong
and holds
Day 1384, peck-oh.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Orange pekoe
two words
before
not in my world
poured
as a black void
~
what else
has no meaning
for me
~
am I now richer
or
pourer
Day 1383, texture.
Poetry
There is texture
darkness
bright light
hidden in the shadows
Day 1382, staring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are all
staring the same
in different directions
~
maybe
if you had
four eyes
you would look
~
peculiar
Day 1381, in line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all
stand together
bound
by an outside
force
~
only
the people
looking out
have a chance
to bent
Day 1380, locked.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A leather chest
locked
when it
was put down
~
no key
~
a crowbar
is needed
Day 1379, woven pattern.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see a pattern
looking back
at my life
~
or is it just
part
of a strap
Day 1378, a lot of air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In some places
situations
you can feel
that the ground
you stand on
is not
all there
~
if you look
you can feel
a light
head
Day 1377, draining.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sometimes
feel drained
~
hanging
face down
in the air
~
hands
through the slits
where I feel
the freedom
as they move
Day 1376, empty chair.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In a darkened room
with
empty chairs
I see a man
~
sitting
~
is he the last
going out
or
the first
coming in
Day 1375, modern art.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Modern art
seen
as a reflection
of life
is difficult
to understand
if you look at it
from the wrong
angle
Day 1374, behind me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the reflection
of an art piece
I can look
at life
passing by
behind me
Day 1373, I member.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I know
I’ve made it
many years
ago
but I
don’t remember
~
I have the proof
in my hands
but
it’s still
gone
Day 1372, dear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 