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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

the green and the grey

you push yourself to melt into the grey
of buildings pavement and cars sputtering out
smoke and other things they try to say as
they wait at red lights, but i’ll choose to
wait for the green – i disappear into
the hues of trees, leaves, moss, ferns,
and other lovely things who breathe at ease
without the restlessness that takes the breath
away of those in the grey

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backdated post a day poem for October 25th, 2017

blue and haunted

Samhain rides in on the wind
bending the cold into the color of blue
across our skin, and our ghosts
will crawl out of our shadows and into
dreams, what haunts us is not
usually as wicked as it may seem

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backdated post a day poem for October 24th, 2017

pillow talk

the rain wanted to undo
the sun, peel off her
layers, pin her across a blue
sky turned grey –
unwind the threads, one by one
even if they were frayed
to love each hue down
into the ground, see her
true colors bloom, not fade –
arching her back, she listened closer
to what the rain had to say

pink eyelids

to press my face into the sky
wind wrapping warm arms around
my waist, the sun turning my
vision pink when i close my eyelids
to let my daydreams arise
reality softly sinks into the riverside

荒れた海の夢

Wind raked the back of the water,
Her skin ripping like chalk and powder
In the night – waves rumbled, clenching
their teeth as they tried to toss lost
Ships up into a starry night – their sails
taking flight like exhausted seagulls,
grey and weary from a long day,
roaming far and in between
their home and the foam crawling
along the edges of the waves

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: elevate

The title 「荒れた海の夢」 is read as
“ah-reh-tah oo-mi no yoo-meh”, which
means “the dream of a stormy sea” in Japanese. 

a dying ocean

i hold the shell to my ear
to hear the ocean, but
she remained quiet
on the other side of the line
i continued to listen for
a sign, and she said
you have your own voice,
i can’t lend you any more
of mine because someday,
sometime in the future,
nothing will be left of me
i’ll have vanished into
the divine