Into the unknown
Follow in footsteps of the stranger
Paths less traveled
Eyes straining for a sign
Author Archives: thinkstains
Insides in tatters
Wounds bleeding in the dark
No sign of trouble
Just a hole in the heart
Hollow body
Made of glass
Nearly weightless
Resonating
Echoes of the faintest touch
Reverberation
Imperfect
Mind the cracks
Sunset of orange fire
Horizon set alight
Shrinking glow
Into dusk dark blue
Fade to blackened sky
Inky shadows
Swallow edges
Under the streetlamp, smiling
Night surrounds
Parking lot islands
Prolific poet, trapped in a culture pit
Whiling away hours
Wasting talent
Wasted life
Throwing scraps to the dogs
No longer content as Lord of the Mutts
Visiting the usual places
Retracing steps in my mind
Well worn paths
Navigating blind
Wandering thoughts
Sometimes aimless, though never lost
Strange day
Strange bounty, hanging in the rafters
Strange ways
Mystery to most
Make hay while the sun shines low
Soon after set aglow
Nightfall again
Heavy eyes
Heavy chest
Come to rest on the edge of sleep
Precipice of consciousness
Fall into a dream
Ontario
Getting the crops in
Final season of bounty
Autumn arrives in a deciduous county
Colours set to bloom
Forest greens taking on hues
Red, orange and yellow
Purple and white
Resting at your feet
Painting the sky
Scattered on high winds
Falling leaves
Apples to pick
Becoming a constant
Font of words, flowing from within
Purity
Honesty
Poisoning the spring
Drink in venom from the stone
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