sun’s bedroom

the sun’s bedroom,
full of stars – night lights
keeping the monsters
quiet in their corners
no wonder we seem alone
in the universe,
everything out of sight

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

universe bones

a universe can’t be placed in a box
and tomorrow’s moments cannot be
unlocked any faster than the seconds
passing now – to know the sun is never
really “above” our heads, and that beneath
our feet is more than the ground, but
billions of constellations of stars
can be found lacing their paths
across depths unknown, we are tiny
trinkets of life dancing on bones

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: surreal

from smoke

hold the wires of their brain
together, creating sparks
to collect smoke, dust, and dark
into a musical melody
to paint light across the night
or to pen night into the day
a shot of spontaneity into
the monotony,
music is an alchemy
all different, yet made
from the same words the universe
has to say

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: genius

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

universe kings

move feet like water
carry mind in the air
root heart in the earth
keep soul alight
in the fire, we all come from
stardust which burned down
from existence’s desire
to walk and breathe as a million
different beings, in our minutes,
moments, and hours
we are tiny kings, flowers
quickly growing to decay
to fold back into the dust, so
existence can go along its way

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: tentative