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Posts tagged ‘Night’

sometimes the moon’s the villain

the sting of the night
rings in your ears
you try to answer
the moon’s calls,
he throws anxiety, like darts
he drapes shadows across
your fears as they roll around
each other in the dark
you wonder if the stars
can help find what you lost

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: sting

May 16th, 1941 – March 27th, 2015

even the heavens
become glassy eyed when they
see the full moon
a reminder of when you left the
world right in time
but just a little too soon

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backdated post a day poem for October 2nd, 2017

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

caffeine, moon watching

furrowed brows sink their fangs into the skin
of a man’s face – he’ll bend his focus around
the bodies of coffee cups, every morning and possibly noon
watch that caffeine spoon feed him enough life
until he’s staring wide-eyed, watching for sleep
while staring at the man in the moon

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: critical

the dream cycle

my heart is not silent
but i keep my mouth quiet
holding my breath, dreams
pressing their fingertips
against the door, it tiptoes
open, slightly ajar –
their seams unwind in the night
spilling out a golden light
as far as the moon can see
wishing to himself
to feel the sea washing over
his skin, longingly looking
at the high tides and low tides
bending into the night,
blanketing the world – keeping
her charms and secrets
out of sight

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: magnetic

proverbial rain

and when my mind folds into the warm dark blue hue
of quiet that lies below the hushed whispers of a morning mist
that grew into clouds, rolling their body over the last few
shadows of the night, before the sun flew a curveball
of yellow – splashing the world in lemonade – when my mind fades
in between the fine lines rippling of the sunlight and the shade
scratched by leaves, i’m left to believe that what remains in question
can be answered, if we listen to the proverbs written by the rain

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: trance

murmurs

there are songs
you feel
pressing their faces in
vulnerable places
and you grab them by the hair
let them stare you hard in the eyes
reading everything between
the lines
and when they rise,
to form words
you savor their taste
in your mouth
then let them roll out
against the skin of the night
to be heard