The treetops shake off
the mist, they're getting colour -- with mass, and a trunk.
"Fuga in C" (2022, Samuel Vriezen) for harmonium, performed by Samuel Vriezen in the Organpark on October 30th, 2022
Collection "org anp ark" #242
Through the eyes of mine
that glitter and shine into the fog of nothing I see arcane paths and a frantic heart I run away to feel safe and sound Still the tail follows me around Frenetic efforts and sleepless nights Go into the fog of nothing… When I look around I see a imperfect past that surround A flickering that guides Into the fog of nothing The pathless woods are eerie This chanciness so weary Yet the flickering star would guide Through the fog of nothing…
My body is sixty percent water,
and I attempt to float with the oil, coasting with closed eyes and mind. But I am sinking to the bottom of the glass, where cold, hard rocks bruise with the truth, and I press my hands to the glass to keep myself standing. Although the rocks ground me, the submersion chokes my throat. If I crack the glass with my bare hands, the acid-laced arrows will lacerate my back, and I will be a trembling target fading into mist. but the gentle breeze will greet me with open arms.
Day 2 of Escapril! The prompt was "separation." I hope you enjoy it!
feel a little bit like war
the trees have new leaves i wander in conscious mist
January will not be missed
but stubbornly, mist it is
mist forgives the city scene
of so much it permits us a slower pace over the hospital chimneys a preditor ***** until it catches the heat exhaust and rises in a tight spiral
15/10/21 lunch break in the fire escape on C7 South
Yes, i have lost my path
i have left the road but the mist has cleared the sea is calm and although my eyes are closed i can see for the first time, my mouth is shut but am singing louder i want to make the next city of dreams not for me not for you not for anyone it ll be mine it ll be yours it ll be for everyone without mist's and a sea with river water
The drops of mist from crashing falls
descend upon my face and scatter in the whirling breeze to dance in playful grace.
Olive juice hovers
summoning ivory mist closing fiery lips
Morn’s lingering mist... Silently skimming off the water’s edge. Deft tendrils reach out, to playfully taunt and tease... Digging and uncovering... Like a slow and worn... But trusty dredge. Unearthing unwelcomed memories of (c)old, like an abrupt winter’s breeze. .