For a while you let me air
not always
but when I wanted
and I don’t know if it was the wall that collapsed
or you that fell down
but either way
the opening you left
seems to work too
Day 2548, for a while.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 2547, choices.
Daily picture, Poetry
It's just a turn of a switch
like making a decision
but the other choices
taunt me
like if they were even possible
after I was sure
and made up a mind
Day 2546, asleep.
Daily picture, Poetry
I woke my dream
and fell asleep
Day 2545, study.
Daily picture, Poetry
It is a luxury
when you can study your landing
Day 2544, grey.
Daily picture, Poetry
I see life’s colors
above the horizon
but my grey stay’s
the dark soil holds
and the colors I see
they are there
Day 2541, lie.
Daily picture, Poetry
I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
Day 2539, tune.
Daily picture, Poetry
Even the brightest lights
dance on the tune of time
Day 2538, still.
Daily picture, Poetry
De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
Day 2537, green.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
Day 2536, I have.
Daily picture, Poetry
I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside
Day 2534, who knows.
Daily picture, Poetry
I wouldn't mind
living
with myself
for a while
Day 2533, what?
Daily picture, Poetry
If I only could touch the warm water I see now I know how cold it is
Day 2532, though.
Daily picture, Poetry
Though you don’t throw a shadow over me you are still hanging suspiciously over me
Day 2531, sandpaper.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Day 2530, current.
Daily picture, Poetry
Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
Day 2529, reflects.
Daily picture, Poetry
The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
Nochrisis 