gulls, and the mosaics of dreams

i broke pencils with too hard a grip
as i tried to write my thoughts as if
i were chiseling them into my skull
it’s no wonder i often feel the pull
of a headache coming on, i slip
over the words, feeling a bit foolish
i imagine myself at times like a gull
making up for gloomy days
by stripping dull coastlines of
shiny litter – trying to make
the most of imperfections,
finding value in the gold
that doesn’t always glitter –
before it stashes itself away into
waves walking with the sun
before it sets and burns away
the things i forgot to write in my head
which will fade into a strange
mosaic dream, outlined
in ocean blue and sunset red
backdated Post a Day poem for April 6th, 2017

waltz of the lights

no one can quite dance like
the sun and moon, when they
face one another, they light up
the earth’s bedroom, and in
that moment, when their eyes meet –
the sun grew warm in the face and
the moon departed a little too soon
but would be on his way again,
creeping up the stairs, waiting at the
end of the hall for the twilight to
rise when noon decided to no longer
keep us all from a good night’s sleep

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: collaboration


the sun gave a cranky, ugly
NO, flopping over on her side
letting the rain clouds grow
until they had no other place to go
except down and on to the frowns
of people slowing their walks
and carrying their umbrellas
held high as their emotions dipped low
everyone feels the sun’s sadness,
her light hollow and bleached out against
the sidewalks below our feet

backdated Post a Day poem for April 5th, 2017

milk and rain

about to rip away from the calendar
the last few days of another April –
another rainy season, leaving
my brain soggy and focus foggy
everything seems to stand still,
murmuring quietly as the milky
sky blankly stares, i’d like
to see the sun slip through
just for a moment, watch her
walk the staircase of mountains
or float on the lake, and in a moment
the skies let out the rain,
i’ll scoop it up in a cup and hope
for a sweeter May