the kiss

night wears mist like
stockings, she kissed the
moon, sending him
blushing, running after
the sun

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backdated Post A Day poem for September 6th, 2017

heartbreak cafe

i’ll stir up the sweetness
and bitterness
heat biting at my fingertips and spoon,
cream curling like clouds spilled
across the face of the moon

lone traveler

our enchanted reactions
could not have even have begun
to travel the distance –
the moon travels, silently
in the cold, alone

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: solitary

ocean kites

the night takes me
and flies me like a kite
deep in the sea, catching
the current to arrive
to the deepest, darkest
corner inside of what
makes me live, i breathe
with only a single
thread, keeping me
from completely losing
myself inside of my head
and i see the moon washed
up on the coasts of the ocean
beside what is left of me

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backdated Post a Day poem for April 13th, 2017

frontier

sunset stretched
out like deer hide
dipping the fields and
mountains in orange
the violet sky holding up
stars by her fingertips
sending the moon on the
back of the wind

full moon

the moon floats
blossoming into pearls
tucking their faces into
the curls of water

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: blossom

nine lives of fog

Poet's Corner

fog peered over the fence
shyly curling fingers around
cold tree knuckles, warming
their hands chilled by

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