stitched up

the thunder rolls across the floor of the sky as
raindrops dot the windows of houses and cars
lightning leaps, grasping at the soil with wrinkled fingers
she retreats, but the smoke from the fire still lingers
it won’t be long now – the pain of the universe isn’t so far away
we rest in knowing, the earth moves, the sun comes around again
and yet the universe remains dark, despite the infinite
stars stitched into her skin

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: visceral

lone traveler

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

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: solitary

tv snow

the noise of snow raining
against the inside window of the tv set
takes me back to 1993
when i would find my 7 years old self upset that
the sun wouldn’t stay out to play longer
and bedtime was always early for the both of us
and i was angry at the sun because
i couldn’t stay up to read or play
but she could, she’d talk to the
man in the moon as he swayed in her light
i imagined on that day, eating a tv dinner
what the snow in the tv felt like, where it was from
was it rain from a pure atmosphere or from
an apologetic universe trying to
let out pain a little at a time,
in pins and needles
perhaps it felt to the touch like
a soft swarm of bees fluttering
around fingers and palms, but without the sting

blood and being from dust

skinned things, bone and blood
brains and teeth, mashed together
feet beneath to hold us above
hands to grip so we won’t slip under
a tongue, once unbroken, now
stammers and blunders

backdated Post a Day poem for June 16th, 2017

warm colors

Poet's Corner

the sun steps, feet
pressing into
green foliage, washing
her limbs in the blue and
ivory seas – the earth

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cold fires

breathe in cold night stars
let them journey far below
falling into our hearts
never truly ours
so we settle for fireflies in jars

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