in two places at once

she arrives to
her destination
with ease, sits
down at a table
fingertips warmed
by a cup of coffee

yet her mind
is in thought
somewhere else,
a place where she is
not at a table,
drinking coffee

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

goodbye, pool of ink

i wrote with a lot of pens
this winter, and those pens
became sad as i spilled
too many gloomy words
onto the paper, my keyboard
was tired of chomping on
dark words, tired of lining up
grim letters on the screen
so i hope with my heart
to be a little more mindful
of these things, it’s okay to
bring shadows out into the open,
let them feel a little bit of light
but don’t try to cast too much
darkness onto them, sometimes
shadows are meant to bring out
the best of positivity and to
always treat them cruelly
isn’t always what is right

backdated post a day poem for December 25th, 2017

where does the late night genius streak go?

my mind in the night
leaping up and down on
caffeine, feels like a string
of redirect links constantly
being clicked and linking and
linking until it finally
goes into sleep mode at
4 or 5 in the morning, and when
i wake, i have forgotten most
of my strokes of genius
from the night before

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: relocate

caves, cages, nests

there’s a nest in my head
filled with sticks of trees which once
whistled, kicking up their legs, tossing their
arms, fighting in the breeze, holding on
to their leaves before they let them take leave
birds hang on wires and limbs
cats curl up against tires
bugs hike up flower stems
i’ll read my mind like a book
over time it hardened into a tiny,
sometimes overlooked gem
i’ll let my words catch fire
smoldering the page, when my
thoughts are hatched and brought up
in the nest of these things, they’ll shine
my mind can escape from the cage,
from the cave i’ll crawl, leaving it behind