Ordinary objects
Ideas
once used
placed
forgotten
turn into ornaments
praised for
remembered
glory
Nochrisis
Poetry
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
Day 1140, symmetry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you stand
at the right place
in front of
differences
you might see
symmetry
as substitute
for
equality
Nochrisis
Day 1139, stain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s just a small window I see trough
when I relief myself
of what’s left
the unwanted
just don’t look to long
it might stain you
Nochrisis
Day 1138, be revealed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
After many years
a forgotten inside
stored in darkness
will be revealed
as memory
Nochrisis
Day 1137, missing lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A part of it
leaves it open
to draw lines
where they miss
Nochrisis
Day 1136, monotone minds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A door
to the other side
where the world
goes on
is
sometimes
hard to find
in monotone
minds
Nochrisis
Day 1135, angle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It depends on what
angle you look
up to the sky
wondering
in circles
looking
for the smoke
hiding
or pointing the way
Nochrisis
Day 1134, counting down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In storage
are my thoughts of you
in boxes
the pictures I took
in a corner
the time we had
still counting down
from the day we met
Nochrisis
Day 1133, let you in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To let you in
my door
hinges on
an old structure
forgotten
old paint
Nochrisis
Day 1132, what!
Day's pictures, Poetry
I tell you
I like to
I don’t know
What do you think?
Should I?
~
What!
Nochrisis
Day 1131, a vast landscape.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I open the door
and lead you to my window
to show you from the inside
what I see outside
~
a vast landscape
shallow waters
deep swamps
a sunset
~
the shortening shadows
snakes hiding place
and lions roam
on the baron ground
~
and men, still marches
in goose step
blindly, to obey
it’s inner ape
Nochrisis
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