I finally flew
away from a womb
~
to sow myself
to the world
~
drifting fertile
to unknown grounds
I suddenly
~
by a gust of wind
lost my drive
to end up caught
by a tree
close to home
psychology
Day 1492, half a bridge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From far away
my idea
spans
the horizon
~
from the side
where I am going
to the side
I want to be
~
but now
I am closer
and not so sure
~
I can’t see
the other side
from here
Day 1491, till they take me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They left me
outside here
in the cold
for all these months
~
and I still did
and do
the only thing
that I can
~
holding the line
till they take me
Day 1489, leave.
Haiku, Poetry
Colorful
at the end
she whirled
to a welcoming
ground
~
in a quiet
corner
her life
moved away
~
at the end
of this winter
a thought
and her cage
where left
~
all
alone
Day 1488, a thousand times.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The rain evaporates
in an endless order
~
falling down
a fresh air
reflecting the world
a thousand times
~
it slowly slides
Day 1486, arc.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A majestic structure
looms overhead
suspended
seemingly
in hazy air
~
the parabole
my road
hangs on
to the other side
Day 1485, I’m driving.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mountains
I see
around the corner
are far away
but pull on me
~
the peaks
covered
in yesterday’s snow
hide
the unbeaten paths
I long for
~
suddenly
~
a dream
warns me
to watch the road
I’m driving
Day 1483, The beauty of a teapot not in use
Day's pictures, Poetry
Once admired
while serving
~
a sweet tong
and uplifting
~
summer flowers
faded colors
~
of all the sun
in her days
~
at the end
a fractured purpose
~
to end alone
to be remembered
in a frame
and
admired
Day 1481, crossing in tension.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are these
million of lines
criss crossing
in the empty space
where my thoughts
my mind
lies calmly
on this
tension
Day 1480, my own light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s dark
when you look inside
my window
~
it’s not
that there is
no light
~
its just not
in the room
with a window
Day 1475, suns.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
From where I look in
I don’t see the endless suns
stripping my facade
Day 1458, dicease.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you go left
inn front
of those dark hills
over there
~
to the world
in my mind
~
people
are now
more
allied
for once
~
till
the snow
melts
Day 1457, luster.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A white painted door
with faded luster
~
once alluring
in its unseemly frame
~
where the two
never
belonged
Day 1456, in between.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An old door
with an old lock
that hangs there
fragile
~
guarding
what I see
between the cracks
in the shadows
Day 1454, me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are
so many things
around
~
that have no
function
to
~
besides the pleasure
its sight gives
Day 1463, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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