Day 2186, time.
Day's picturestime
Day 1879, new time.
Daily picture, Poetry
We are moving to a new house
it will be
for a while
a bright spot
in our life
~
but time
it looks to go forwards
but it is just
slowly
showing you all that is new
till it isn’t
Day 1484, endless together.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The oceans
and land
flow endless
together
with horizons
~
with no purpose
around
the sun and center
~
till a moor
bounded
stopped the world
its aimless
turning
~
the horizon
now
is no longer
empty
Day 1475, suns.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
From where I look in
I don’t see the endless suns
stripping my facade
Day 1323, a thin layer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Dry air
rain
sunshine
time
attachment
weakens
relation
lost
colours
fall
down
drying out
Day 1318, plastic.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even a fake flower
will one day
be loved
for its purity
Day 1295, in time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see my home
is
frozen in time
when the door opens
and I
step in
side
where my life
waits
for me
Day 1252, web.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Still
face down
arms and legs spread out
touching the air
close to the ground
~
silence
the world is not
Here?
Day 1141, of our time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
Nochrisis
Day 1134, counting down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In storage
are my thoughts of you
in boxes
the pictures I took
in a corner
the time we had
still counting down
from the day we met
Nochrisis
Day 1125, alone in space.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Complex
alone in space
cold
moving air
touches
where I will
grow
Nochrisis
Day 1112, vessels.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I think of
time
colorful memories
fluid
stored
in decaying vessels
for…
Nochrisis
Day 1108, destiny.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Time and destiny
two illusions
to replace the fear
of being
slowly pulled
in
to the end
Nochrisis
Day 1099, stairs up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A corridor leads
to stairs up
dimly lit
by ancient, incandescent
its filaments
humming
counting down, to their end.
Rushed by the cadence
I feel my way
up
eyes closed
foreseeing the darkness
escaping time
ending.
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1069, once upon a time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When there was nothing, not even time.
Two dimensions touched, caught in each other’s eye.
A first quantity quivered, and time waved out
pulling with it all that would exist.
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 