Day 1675, closer.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 1674, playing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The urge
to pull
on the first words
dangling
in your mind
~
when asked
for an opinion
~
curious
for what will happen
you give
in
and the rest
arrives
~
you pulled
like the cat
with seven lives
Day 1673, her.
Day's pictures, Poetry
She was standing there
forever
still in silence
~
I could see
her posture
knew where to go
~
up the stairs
to get her…
Day 1672, ice.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The flowers
turned white
into ice
now I see
that the clock
moved the time
ahead
and away
from…
Day 1671, against.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Our energy
seemingly
comes
from the same source
~
the wall
we stand against
~
ignoring
the fusillades
we look
the other way
~
and sometimes
we meet
each other
Day 1670, sideways.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I like to climb
higher
but all the lines
spoken
come towards me
~
I need lines
spoken
besides me
towards a step
and the next
~
please talk
besides me
Day 1669, not.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes you see
what it is not
~
the emptiness
filled
by a willing mind
Day 1668, waking up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Like in a dream
that I drive out of
~
I wake up
when I come home
~
in between
these walls
my life is
real
~
the world beyond
is where I fall
Day 1667, noone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light and lingering rain
gives my mood
a muted tone
of afternoon and autumn
~
while I wander
in this light
I lookup
to an old window
~
and a thought
appreciating the mood
asks me:
~
does the window
fulfill its role
of bringing in light
in an abandoned house
Day 1666, fall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For a few days in nature
a colorful festival
celebrates the end
of growth and feast
~
and we
admirers
in awe we forget
to celebrate
our own
Day 1665, sideways.
Day's pictures, pictures
Like our nose
we don’t see the truth
when we approach it
to close
~
we can still see
a part of it
when we close
the right eye
~
when stepping back
is not an option
Day 1664, straight line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A lot of things
that are man-made
have perfect
straight lines
going up
and sideways
~
even when we think
or speak
~
the shortest route
is a straight line
and when we look
for answers
we often
don’t wander
around
Day 1663, spilled.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From the clothespins
that are left
I can see
where you had your thought
hanging
to dry
~
I hope the blood stains
came out
Day 1662, who.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On my left
I see you
on my right
I see you
~
you are
the symmetry in my life
and never
will the two of you
meet
Day 1661, line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This line
that I am holding
is choking me
~
and when the wind
tides
and waves
play their game
~
I realize
that this will
prolongs
this lines
grip
on me
Day 1660, a normal life.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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