Poetry
Day 1094, the airport.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The airport routine
strangers, showing of there own lifes
going away from you, never met
while you stand, still not for them.
Nochrisis
Day 1093, perspective.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turn around, look
twist my head, adjust
my perspective is, of
or do I misunderstand.
Nochrisis
Day 1092, lines i control.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My power lines are taken away
now I must wait,
gone is my control
it is getting dark, I am useless without.
Nochrisis
Day 1091, different.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
Nochrisis
Day 1090, couch.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The left side of the couch
is where I stare,
sitting in the middle –
where future meets past
my silence –
of the room.
Nochrisis
Day 1089, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
Nochrisis
Day 1088, out there.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1086, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Randomly ordered objects
forgotten purposes
exposed in bright lost daylight
Nochrisis
Day 1085, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the reflection
to disappear
and swim
in molten ice.
Nochrisis
Day 1084, mine.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting alone.
In this man-made building,
that is now mine.
Nochrisis
Day 1083, clouds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shadows slowly take over the last hour of the day
drifting from sea heavy laden clouds come to engulf
and feast on what’s left of the warmth in the valleys.
Nochrisis
Day 1082, Cold mountains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Day 1081, cat and mouse.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A cat, goes around
a corner in the house.
–
A mouse, turns around
a corner in the house.
–
Both, they stand still
waiting, for the chase.
Nochrisis
Day 1080, for all the woman.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark flower.
All of life’s forces used.
Towering over
looked down on
alone
Nochrisis
Nina Simone, I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Nochrisis 