Day 1777, change.

Today I started looking for one of my old poems when I realized that I came close to the date where I stopped writing poems. Remembering them to well I decided that it was enough. I started looking back at my old poems on Day 1699, I did it to give myself a brake and to practice my writing. I am contemplating now if I will start writing my poems again that are inspired by the picture I post for that day, or shall I take one of my books from the shelf and write about that. I have read a lot in the past, these day’s I listen to books and hardly ever take the time to read.

I have written about a book of Nietzsche on this blog, it is called “reading Human all too human”, everyday I read one aphorism of that book and gave my interpretation of it. It did it quite thoroughly, reading the text in English, German and Dutch and the English books also in three different translations. It was a lot of fun to do but after a while I stopped with it.

Reading a short aphorism was relatively easy, now I would like to read a book and make a summery of that what I have written the day before. This way I can combine the fun I have with writing on this blog and really read, or study a book I have read before but never serious.

I will think of a book tomorrow (and a poem today).

The picture above is taken from my living room. We had some nice snow this weekend and now it is freezing -16 centigrade.

Most of what I bear

lays quietly

besides my feet

I almost forgot how mush fun this is.

Day 1386, my window.

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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 1280, in the distance.

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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 1057, a new track.

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A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.

On a morning where the world still sleeps,

and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.

I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,

where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.

The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.

Nochrisis

Lonely in the snow.

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First time this year we are snowed in. There was not so mush snowfall, but it was storming and the road to my house has at some places almost a meter snow blown on it after it was plowed yesterday.

Living isolated is a nice complement to my inner isolation, like on an island in my mind.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better. Henry Rollins

Continue reading “Lonely in the snow.”

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