Lonely tree, besides an empty crossing.
Another year is almost over, and the funny thing is, you don’t have to do anything for it; it’s a straight line no matter what happened on the sides of that road.
I drive past the tree if I go to work, I drive past the red shed if I want to go to the city.
“Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay”.
I wonder what the cows think of christmas….en the snow.
From our living room, we have a nice view over the valley to the sea; the sea is just behind the horizon. This is the most prominent tree, and today we had a light blizzard, and it did what I usually would do in my photo editing program…if I am lucky.
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
besides my feet
I almost forgot how mush fun this is.
Winter rain alarms
for the snow that still might fall
a patient, sunlight
The smoke rises up
from warming the cold inside
snow spills of the roof
a snow flake
a long fall
on the ones
when it meets
still moves it
left and right
but it is now
on its way
have new snow
on their peaks
in thin air
while the sun
they tell me
to gather wood
and warm the house
for the coming winter
on a hill
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
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.
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