Thursday, July 19, 2018

Kintsukuroi (Day 547)

cherish the broken
vulnerable  dangerous   
stronger where 
   they have been repaired
scars and wrinkles
marks of a useful life

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Too Far Down (Day 546)

Simply broken  we are
  too far down the road 
to turn 
   back  toward 
the headwaters 
of a river so swift  
there’s no fighting 
   its currents  
no delighting 
   in the cool splash  
but merely a rapid 
    against bruising  
 boulder-strewn banks

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Charles Gill/WikimediaCommons

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Subtle Butterflies (Day 545)

Two subtle butterflies
paper-white  wings 
rising   rising  
in a dance 
of helical delight
against a dappled world
of emerald green   
citrine  and golden
late-summer sunlight
bring to mind 
a wedding day   a cloudy 
bride in white 
and gray  sea of chairs  
billowing veil   and blue 
freesia bouquet
upward they twirl
circling  circling
wings alight   lighter than 
air  flowers and sky
and lace and leaves
they quickly disappeared
from view  lost 
in the blue  but I still 
see them there

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Pexels

Monday, July 16, 2018

Listen (Day 544)

Why can’t
you can’t 
hear me talking 
across this
ocean of words  
words can’t  
can’t words
heal us
hear them crying
heal us
will we know if
we don’t try
don’t we try
a moment
we will know 
a moment
hear them 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Abandoned Border, MTSRS/Flickr (CC BY 2.0)

Sunday, July 15, 2018

The Third One (Day 543)

The third one  a surprise
it was those eyes  dark 
enough to drown the moon
brown as midnight violets 
we were heat lightning
quick  forbidden  captive
waves and arms like love  
whispery and graceful  
this one knew how to take 
a thing and break it like
a brittle stick  just let it fall 
around him  ground
littered with shiny trinkets 
that once caught his eye
maybe that’s unfair  he said 
he didn’t know  there: 
a bad idea from the start   
ablaze with August heat  
one quickly learns that 
some hearts need doors  
even  especially  secret 
sinning  starlight-swimming  
blueberry-pie-sweet  this 
time few regrets   see how you 
get back what you dish out?

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six


Saturday, July 14, 2018

The Second One (Day 242)

The second one was waiting
in the wings, with sweet words
and shiny things to coax 
you from the burrow where 
you hid—what he didn’t tell you 
yet unsaid. His blue eyes and 
warm hands would have been 
enough. The rest was barely 
icing on a cake too sweet, 
too light to be believed. 
And there it was: The truth 
will out, they said, and then 
you’ll see. (What they said 
behind your back you never 
learned.) But her unrehearsed 
kindness made it clear she 
understood how he’d behaved. 
Would you have been so 
warm, were roles reversed? 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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Friday, July 13, 2018

The First One (Day 541)

The first one happened 
when you weren’t 
looking  just sitting there
on the bench 
in your tan suede cowboy boots
idly crunching chunks of ice 
under your heels  snow melting
under the gaze of a February sun
seeping in around the edges 
like a rusty nail digging 
its metallic coldness into 
your warm toes  remember how
you held an open book 
in your hand  pretending to study  
but really just waiting for 
his class to let out
in hopes that he might walk by
and notice you  not looking
and how  even when that happened
it would never feel like enough

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Wikimedia Commons