A half-lit moon reveals
his absorbed tired light
to paint for me in silver grey
a likeness between shadows
of that what I imagine
and he reflects
on his way down.
Nochrisis
Poetry
Day 1001, haze erodes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A dark, heavy haze hangs over,
the divided road we follow.
A road that turns with every step.
And Unpaved roads do follow,
follow with the movement, tide of unfamiliar times.
At last with every step on unpaved road
the darkness turns and haze erodes.
Nochrisis
Day 1000, to take.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A thousand days ago.
When springs sun revealed.
The air was new and bright light…
The road to home was changed.
A sharper world was there to take.
Nochrisis
This is the first picture I took a thousand days ago when I started the challenge to post at least one picture a day on my own blog. Not just a picture or selfie, but one where I have put some work and thoughts in. I did this in the first place to motivate myself to do something with my so-called biggest hobby, a hobby I was neglecting for many years.
Day 999, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Rough diamonds share little light.
When tumbling through life’s maze,
some facets might start to shine,
if light is still there, inside or out.
Nochrisis
Day 998, on your path.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Grinding rough edges.
Shame turned into dust.
That seems to fly.
But settles on your path.
Nochrisis
Day 997, speak to yourself.
Day's pictures, Poetry, Society
Intertwined with loneliness,
the silence when you speak to yourself.
Nochrisis
Verweven met eenzaamheid,
de stilte wanneer je tegen jezelf praat.
I always lived more in my head than in “real life”. Life is something I am interested in ever since I started thinking for myself. I studied it, read countless books about psychology, philosophy and on many other related subjects.
Day 996, a ride you’re on.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Threads turn unnoticed,
Down or up, you like to lead
while viewpoints slowly adjust
you might never realize
that it’s a ride you’re on.
Nochrisis
Day 995, grayness of the day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A grey day’s soft light covers your mood.
Reclined in pallid sorrow you wander,
where endless thoughts flare without shadows.
Dissolved by the grayness of the day.
Nochrisis
Day 994, till dust returns us.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Recurring memories.
Etchings within dark fissures.
Sourced from sudden pressure.
Caught.
Deep, unable to rise from.
Scarred till dust returns us.
Nochrisis
Day 993, mist.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A calm sea
the wake
gently
moves underneath me
But I, I stand still
remembering
the horizon
obscured
for now
in a colorful
mist
Nochrisis
Day 992, in anticipation.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I remember.
My hardened nerves turning.
When the door opened.
In anticipation.
Nochrisis
Day 991, in me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Disoriented.
Eyes towards a ceiling, that is not there
That face, gazing from above, at me
When the darkness goes inside,
sweltering doubts tear deep.
For what is her demand?
When she looks in me.
Nochrisis
Day 990, It reminded me
Day's pictures, Poetry
The entrance,
I like to leave behind.
The cold wind has blown here.
It reminded me.
Nochrisis
Day 989, to become sharp.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The glass wall blocks out, it is still here.
~
I see through you, but so do you.
~
Please pick me up and let me fall.
~
I want to break to become sharp.
Nochrisis
Day 988, impossible to scale.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A wall looms afar, dark and grey.
Rising higher, I approach,
to see the other… side, if there is one.
Now I am here, reaching out with an open hand.
To feel the surface, resistance, if it is…
cold, hard, impossible to scale.
Nochrisis
Day 987, by those who are not.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When my world was the Christmas tree,
and the three wise men cast their shadows,
I was truly free.
Shielded from the world by those who are not.
Nochrisis
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