From above
work seems easy
Day 2912, above.
aphorism, Daily picture, PoetryPoetry
Day 2911, hardly.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
A collection of wooden planks
nails and work
the ingredients written down
a long past ago
still we use it
we are hardly changed
Day 2910, used to.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I love the story a picture can tell
even if you don’t know what you see
it’s because we are so used to it
Day 2909, half reflected.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I forged raw iron till it reflected
what I could not see straight on
it costs me half a life
but what half?
Day 2908, closely.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I looked at it so closely
that I didn’t know what I was looking at
Day 2907, boards.
Daily picture, Poetry
I walked along the fence
in search of an opening
but all I found
was a board on the floor
an opening too small
I could only look through
at the darkness inside
forever it seems
Day 2906, almost.
Daily picture, Poetry
I almost mist the hidden door
because I was looking for a way out
Day 2904, but me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I don’t recognize my shadow
when it sneaks up from behind
or stares me in the face
I just now it’s always there
in a different form
but me
Day 2903, view.
Daily picture, Poetry
View from the couch
where else do you have the best view?
Day 2902, to me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I live in an abandoned building
I think
the echo speaks to me
Day 2901, about me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I don’t know what they say about me
and what would I do
if I knew
they are right about their first impression
and you don’t even have one
you only have
at most
a few words
a description
about parts of you
Day 2900, escape.
Daily picture, Poetry
I can’t reach the fire escape
because there is no fire
Day 2898, why?
Daily picture, Poetry
An unknown workplace
where you know every tool
just not why it is there
Day 2897, outside inside.
Daily picture, Poetry
The worlds you look at
through your windows
are as much a part of your life
as the inside
where you live
Day 2895, tarmac.
Daily picture, Poetry
I arrived in this city
the black tarmac was in front of me
this whole time
but only arrived
did I notice it
Day 2894, power.
Daily picture, Poetry
I have to recharge after a short while
over and over again
if I want to reach you
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