reflection
Day 1567, my.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My reflections
are divided by pillars
holding up
heaven from earth
~
my reflections
show scaffolding
warehouses
antennas
a ghost
to you
~
I hope
you take this
in account
Day 1494, swell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A reflection
while walking
inshore
~
unsure what I sea
not looking
to the other
~
side
~
I stop
and still
stare down
into a silent
swell
Day 1424, reflection
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looming
from the shadows
~
a reflection
behind bars
~
seeks day light
Day 1291, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
in the building
I am
is reflected
indirectly
from an outside
I can’t see
~
from here
Day 1289, waterline walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1103, looking into.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking into a window
seeing
the darkness
a reflection?
Nochrisis
Day 1085, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the reflection
to disappear
and swim
in molten ice.
Nochrisis
Day 1067, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror points in two directions.
It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.
It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.
So, what is reflected?
Am I my own imitation?
Nochrisis
Day 1058, storm.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A storm is going on.
I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.
The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside
the wind, roof and trees play their song
getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.
The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,
the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.
Nochrisis
Day 1041, The bridge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The bridges end is near
the other side seems to be behind
*
I stop and look down
reflection is what I find
*
time streams
but looks frozen
*
far in the reflection
I see myself
*
as I was
without depth.
Nochrisis
Day 1033, blues.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The full moon reflects
behind grey clouds
outside alone
you move
dance of darkness
a tango on blues
Day 1029, tweet.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You wonder
why some see it as straight
what you see as crooked
is there no answer
or more than one
I guess at least I do reflect
while some just roar shout out, and tweet
Nochrisis
Day 785, reflection.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
I stand still silence
reflections trampled scattered
like ripples in mind.
Day 722, Shadow as a result.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 