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when words don’t come anymore
from the dead, the living thread
just a few more across stone.
the words are meant to warm
the hearts of people still walking
on the ground, and not for the bones
buried beneath the soil.
bones are bones and don’t
bother with sound.

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: express

the chisel

bravery shape shifts
and takes many forms –
gravestones chiseled
one by one – imagine
the bravery it took to etch
birth and death dates by
hand into the stone.
afterward, the creator
walks away
to live another day –
i wonder if
he stresses more about what
the universe has to say

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: brave

anchored high

all of the dark that is low and
buried beneath the ground,
gravity hugs it in close,
only caves seem to keep it around

but as we grow up, we draw
closer so we can hear the sound
of the night growing dark
within our hearts,

the call draws us home,
going lower to be brought
higher, we grow wings
when we are released of our bones

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: ascend

the soft goodbye when we die

to part ways
with your breath,
to walk into
the clouds and smoke
of mountain crowns –
to leave words behind
no longer necessary to be
spoken, the sounds of
the heart no longer
required to be found

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: succumb

old plastic

when you touch your skin
and it feels like the old rattle
of plastic bottles tossed
along sidewalks by the wind
when did the outside begin
to empty what was once within?

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: fraud

puzzles & jenga towers

in our youth we could bend
and still be whole
but now in our old age
we just snap into pieces
it becomes more difficult
to hold it all together,
muscles and bones –
and then we are long gone

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: elastic

to catch ourselves, the fireflies

sometimes i want to
walk on the moon
let the weight of my worries
feel a little lighter on
my shoulders, gravity won’t
hold us down too much
sometimes i want to
walk on Mercury, feel closer to
the sharper, hotter touch
of fire from a dying star
we think of ourselves as temporary
and the universe everlasting
when all of us from humans
to ants to planets to jellyfish
to comets, are just glittering
dust settling into bottles and jars

backdated post a day poem for November 4th, 2017