When you look to long
at patterns imagined
straight lines bend
fade and distort.
Nochrisis
Poetry
Day 1048 a new day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My eyes open, and it is dark
a heavy feeling, but I rise
the alarm goes, and turns of
I sit straight, to feel
the mask I will wear
a grimace, that takes over
that haunted my dreams
Nochrisis
Day 1047, balcony.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A wooden table and two chairs
where we are looking outside
around this table we meet
where our worlds are in sight
looking beyond the bars
where we see through
the safety that it gives
where the shadows are long
Nochrisis
Day 1046, cell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
White light muted
this room is small, detached
a window in the door
lines that are all connected
Nochrisis
Day 1045, imagine.
Day's pictures, Poetry
See, imagine
patterns, shapes
lines connecting
colors, hues
shades, shadows
representing
to you
your inside
outside
a subject
object
Nochrisis
Day 1044, telling it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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
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.
Nochrisis 