burn out before dark

left alone with thought

watching the fire burn out before dark

wishing to know more

explore places will never see

too late now to start it up again

the fire must be left alone

with thought tangled tighter

some days it's harder to see above clouds

even with the clearest skies above

wishing to figure it all out

untangle the web by day

break tomorrow

left alone with thought

all that solitude replaced with company

no one here to offer encouraging words

advise or criticism some eyes need to be found

to find this thought discovered while

sitting alone tan canopy and glass table

looking right through

catching the eyes dozing one minute

pen moving the next

left alone with thought

buried under the weight of the day

wouldn't end if the light would stick around

a little longer days ahead six more times

before the reverse is true

left alone with this thought...

thoughts left random

ten minutes per thought

game played while thinking

and power writing

just like power walking

without the walking

holding a pen instead

feet stay still beneath

mind studies the irony

of every situation pausing to quench thirst

for relief the only distraction at the moment

when they pour powerful into the head

they are immediately dropped onto the page

may never be seen other than these eyes

only allowing ten minutes then onto the next

some think thoughts need to be

refined to become poems

some thoughts just want to be thoughts

and left to their random ways...

out from the shade

sun becomes the day

has no clouds interrupting

the warmth felt

as soon as you step

out from the shade

serves it's purpose too

sitting on the porch under canopy

hot coffee to drink until I can drink no more

too shaky to write at times

sitting and just thinking

without the pen I feel useless

sun warms the spot enough

to never want to return indoors

wishing it was always like this

nice-fro is what some still call me

if they call me at all

and most of them don't...