Day 1394, separetly. Day's pictures, Poetry I know what I see when I look at the parts ~ separately ~ but together
Day 1392, stare. Day's pictures, Poetry Sometimes I see double and upside down ~ I say it twice to me and you ~ draped in deception a comfortable cloak ~ these are the stares I sometimes go
Day 1391, corrosion. Day's pictures, Poetry We maintain for the longest time ~ that what we love ~ why don’t we love till the end of our time
Day 1390, in my mind. Day's pictures, Poetry In the corner of my mind I sit on a desk ~ in front of me I have a box with several dials to turn ~ I don’t know what they do but nonetheless I turn them and see what happens
Day 1389, keyhole. Day's pictures, Poetry The light shines on the door but doesn’t reach all the corners ~ I look for the keyhole in the darkest
Day 1388, I open. Day's pictures, Poetry It feels like a room where it is dark ~ I scuff slowly touching hoping to feel something ~ a shade opens its light outside and the floor I see inside seems to be ~ all tied up
Day 1387, sun an rain. Day's pictures, Poetry The sun and rain fall together ~ the one goes slow the other fast ~ they will never meet but together they paint the sky
Day 1386, my window. Day's pictures, Poetry Fast comes down the snow ~ till it stops when it meets my window ~ the wind still moves it left and right ~ but it is now on its way down slowly
Day 1385, storms. Day's pictures, Poetry The roof I live under is thin when it storms I feel it ~ by chance the structure that supports is strong and holds
Day 1384, peck-oh. Day's pictures, Poetry Orange pekoe two words before not in my world poured as a black void ~ what else has no meaning for me ~ am I now richer or pourer
Day 1382, staring. Day's pictures, Poetry We are all staring the same in different directions ~ maybe if you had four eyes you would look ~ peculiar
Day 1381, in line. Day's pictures, Poetry We all stand together bound by an outside force ~ only the people looking out have a chance to bent
Day 1380, locked. Day's pictures, Poetry A leather chest locked when it was put down ~ no key ~ a crowbar is needed
Day 1379, woven pattern. Day's pictures, Poetry I see a pattern looking back at my life ~ or is it just part of a strap