I stack my thoughts
layer up on layer
and they are not see-through
I only have the register
partially
so I have a look
and 863 thoughts ago
the title reads for that moment's thought…
stacking thoughts
Day 3442, thoughts.
Daily picture, PoetryPoetry
Day 3440, light.
Daily picture, Poetry
It is light
while standing here
waiting for the light
to turn on
Day 3439, discarded.
Daily picture, Poetry
Sometimes the shade
to many lines
will obscure your path
only then
what was once discarded
a welcome distraction
may guide the way
Day 3438, seen.
Daily picture, Poetry
If you look inside
you will see
what’s seen
outside
Day 3436, what is left.
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I only see up close
the discarded cup
it once cleansed my thirst
though not this one
someone else voted
to throw it away
I just recognize
what is left
Day 3434, just after.
Daily picture, Poetry
I will leave instructions
but not where you can find them
a massage received
just after you arrive in this world
Day 3433, I say.
Daily picture, Poetry
The buildings of society are falling over
says the alarmist
with binoculars in its hands
I say
we need more nearsightedness
Day 3432, or push.
Daily picture, Poetry
You know which side the door swings
just look at it
but do you pull
or push
do you decide
or not even think about it
without shame when mistaken
or do you feel it inside
Day 3430, hide.
Daily picture, Poetry
The shadow your past drags
betrays me your hiding
Day 3429, still.
Daily picture, Poetry
The day just started
so the sun rises
though the shadow lines are cast
they seem frozen
when I pass
everything seems to be frozen
when you pass by
now I think of it
standing still
Day 3428, light like.
Daily picture, Poetry
You shine light like its old wisdom
but when I follow your thread
its just modern power you project
Day 3427, you do.
Daily picture, Poetry
My house is numbered
twice
so you don't miss it
but I hope you do
Day 3426, my little.
Daily picture, Poetry
My exhaust is my little house
where I live on top of the roof
of my house
Day 3425, what I see.
Daily picture, Poetry
I try to find the angle
from where you can’t make up
what you see
so I can make up
what I see
Day 3424, we are.
Daily picture, Poetry
The world is grey
but what we see is colorful
that’s what we are conscious of
looking through our window
Listening to: annakaharris.com/lights-on/
Day 3422, know me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I was not allowed to park in front of your window
but I did
and still you didn’t notice me
because you don’t know me
Nochrisis 