short poem
Day 1292, ceiling.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
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 1290, lost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1289, waterline walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1287, dirt.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I unearthed
my house
and try
~
to be
~
human
Day 1286, dark brown.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From behind
my window
I can see
~
Autumn colors change
dark green
yellow
orange
a wind of change
dark brown
black
~
the end
Day 1285, death.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Death
on my way
I fear
sometimes
my
imagination
how it
will be
Day 1284, roof.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My roof is old
a tree
is leaning forwards
to test
its strength
Day 1283, a road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see
the road
is straight
and well lit
but dark
~
it does not
scare me
but
I wont go
that way
~
I stay here
in the shadow
Day 1282, fields.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Year in
year out
the fields
are worked
~
for ages
the others
provide
so we
can live
Day 1281, expands.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am carried
by a thousand
extremities
through an endless
expanse
to nowhere
Day 1280, in the distance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mountains
I see
far away
have new snow
on their peaks
in thin air
~
while the sun
still shines
~
they tell me
to gather wood
and warm the house
for the coming winter
Day 1279, brother.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My brothers
hidden hand
is
always there
if I
look
Day 1278, a square.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 