Poetry
Day 1290, lost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1289, waterline walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1287, dirt.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I unearthed
my house
and try
~
to be
~
human
Day 1286, dark brown.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From behind
my window
I can see
~
Autumn colors change
dark green
yellow
orange
a wind of change
dark brown
black
~
the end
Day 1285, death.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Death
on my way
I fear
sometimes
my
imagination
how it
will be
Day 1284, roof.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My roof is old
a tree
is leaning forwards
to test
its strength
Day 1283, a road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see
the road
is straight
and well lit
but dark
~
it does not
scare me
but
I wont go
that way
~
I stay here
in the shadow
Day 1282, fields.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Year in
year out
the fields
are worked
~
for ages
the others
provide
so we
can live
Day 1281, expands.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am carried
by a thousand
extremities
through an endless
expanse
to nowhere
Day 1280, in the distance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mountains
I see
far away
have new snow
on their peaks
in thin air
~
while the sun
still shines
~
they tell me
to gather wood
and warm the house
for the coming winter
Day 1279, brother.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My brothers
hidden hand
is
always there
if I
look
Day 1278, a square.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s still
empty
a space
an empty chair
the sun behind
the stars
still
dim
Day 1277, fallen.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am fallen
all ready
but still
on
the run
Day 1276, a direction.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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