Day 2137, missing.
Daily picture, Poetrypsychology
Day 2136, perfection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even if the thin layer between breaks perfectly, the other will still seep, in.
Perfection is just part of the illusion.
Day 2134, children.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I only look at one side of the world, through blinds almost closed; the light is too loud.
I see children playing, serious, like only they can do.
Day 2133, impostor?
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see, where I get into you, your face
it is weathered but still shines.
Your posture, tells a different story,
what part of you is lying.
Day 2132, at home.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You can still see inside when you get close enough,
but you will not know if I am home.
Day 2131, symbolism.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is your dreamcatcher hanging in the window
there to catch your dreams from leaving or entering,
or is it just a gift, a trinket you bought to decorate your life?
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You even have a tiny lighthouse that doesn’t work
standing close to it. What are you telling me?
Day 2130, who are you looking at.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a window, we can look outside
or inside if the drapes are open and the lights are on.
Day 2129, frozen anger.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One word landed wrong, at the right time
and I lashed, wildly in the direction of you.
Day 2128, my eyes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Who says these colors are not real
maybe I, just see it all a little darker.
Day 2127, hide it in sight.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see that I still have some food left
hopefully for later
Day 2126, undulating fields.
Day's pictures, Poetry
All the lines flow in empty fields
like the mind that goes
already
to the next trail
swaying like on a rhythm
~
fluid strokes
and curves
are just
from your perspective
from a distance
in these undulating soils
~
being there
where your next step goes from where you are
you can only see clear
just in front
of the horizon
when you rest
and look back
Day 2122, out there.
Daily picture, Poetry
It is silent where I live
the hills and the trees absorb
all the noise you hear
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I know what is going on out there
but also not
Day 2117, patiently.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The white edge
of the hill
separates the sunset
from the morning
~
the snow in the shadow
waits patiently
for the edge
Day 2114, Drive.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The scenery was white
like on a grey day
~
it was not cold
but there was still snow
on some of the trees
~
and the sun just left
but did not forget
to set the tone
for the past day
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I looked at it
for a moment
Day 2108, from my window 6.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Like a branch that finds its way
going where the sun is
in the evening
in de morning
tomorrow
only the sun
the light
justify
makes sense
looking down
to your branch
a past
your reason
a truth
a reach
for light
Day 2099, thin ice?
Day's pictures
I had this picture of ice on a lake and the bed underneath, and both are not in focus, but it leaves enough to my imagination. I wanted to write something clever about it, but I lost my appetite. I just read a news article about some right-wing nutcases in America with a picture of four guys fully dressed in army fatigues and weapons everywhere. I look at their faces, and I just don’t understand these people; they obviously take themselves really serious. Personally, I believe that you always have to be critical of the answers you give yourself and the ones others give you. Doubt is not easy, but a militiaman or anti-vaxxer will have never take their stance if they question themselves.
There are billions of opinions, and my only conclusion out of that is that they cannot all be true. Claiming that yours is true is not enough; even a majority can be wrong. God and his claims are also not enough; there are thousands of God’s and even more religions.
For the same reason that we all agree that one plus one is two, we should also search for other truths that fit in that same category. Think about all your opinions; could they be universal, or are they just particular to your situation?
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