Monday, July 24, 2017

Underwater Refuge (Day 187)

Underwater refuge
Afternoon light filtered by shades
Slow fan ripples the air

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Afternoon Tea, Charles Bittinger, 1912

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Spoons (Day 186)

Be careful how you spend them:
Too many in the morning will 
upend your day. Summer’s 
brilliant sunlight will come 
streaming through your 
windows, find you 
where you hide, 
and set your pale skin 
aglow, inside, there in your
bed. Your plans all scattered 
to the wind, because you needed 
rest instead. Once again, you gave 
them all away, far too early In the day.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six 

(The Spoon Theory is a way to describe myalgic encephalomyelitis [ME], fibromyalgia [FMS], multiple sclerosis [MS] and other ‘fatiguing’ [major understatement, there] autoimmune diseases. Read about it here.)

Image: FaceGuard via Pixabay

Saturday, July 22, 2017

When I Think of You (Day 185)

When I think of you
I see myself   
stretched out 
   under the same sun
in the same field   glowing 
golden just like you 
and when I look up 
my sky is also blue 
   how strange 
      we are   believing 
it’s true   that just because
   we’re far away 
      from each other
we aren’t the same though 
   when you look in a mirror, 
   when you think of me 
       you will see 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Note: No, that’s not a photo of the midwestern US! 
It’s a beautiful field in Azerbaijan.
Original photo: Havin_HP 

Friday, July 21, 2017

We Did It All Wrong (Day 184)

We did it all wrong,
but we didn't mean to.
You, shoes squealing 
sharply, sliding, 
reaching, saving
the day, captured 
in black and white
like a song. 
Later, the whiteness of 
my arms against 
the darkness of 
your skin astonished me
and you—until the moon 
turned us both a glowing 
twilight shade of blue. 
We danced, sweet 
and slow, and you left 
your ring on my table,
so I’d think of you, 
and I did, 
and I do, you see? 
But it was all then, 
and we did it all 
wrong, didn’t we?

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Note: I was unable to figure out to whom this lovely image should be attributed. Please leave me a comment if you know.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Puddle (Day 183)

Lift up 
a corner of 
that puddle 
right there 
and tell me 
what you see

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Torbakhopper

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Can We Fight (Day 182)

How, how can we fight 
against figments of 
the night, creations 
of a disturbed lack 
of imagination—
every direction a knife, 
a noose, a fiery pit?
How can we live, 
banging up against 
thick-swarming lies, 
when everywhere, 
the buzzing, biting 
flies struggle to believe 
him moreAlmost 
imperceptiblythe door 
is closing, and we
we with our buckets and 
green garden hoses, are 
fighting a storming sun.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Gorgeous image of a 7/14/17 solar flare and coronal mass ejection: NASA (more here)

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

A Current Stirs (Day 181)

Sinuous eels flutter.
A current stirs, 
their solemn eyes peer.
Slim darting fish meld 
like sequins with sunlight, 
flashing through 
the dimpled swells.
Bemused, they swarm 
—angels swooping
toward vengeance, 
astonishing and fast.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Detail of painting by Raphael (public domain)