Monday, October 22, 2018

Always a man (Day 642)


There was a man   wasn’t there always a man
A worthless man   helpful man   obstinate man
He was dark   he was fair   he was clean shaven
Athletic and broad   slim and elegant
He was too needy  too nice   a bad boy  indeed
This time he was just/not your usual type
But he was
A man   because without one   
Who/what/why were you

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Stuart Heath/Flickr (CC BY 2.0)

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Reception (Day 641)


we can leave all that heavy botany to the minors
in a few years’ time I’ll symbolize an extravagant 
woman whose starry love veil features hundreds 
of millinery details I suppose one could feel better 
in Europe but he you had no idea how to start the 
aircraft was seen taking off at her most feminine
a canary who followed this fashion-forward look 
mellowed on an ungent noontide limbus we birds 
of the local variety I cannot change how vast how 
wide our hive is fortunately warming now I face 
the possibility in a progression that goes roughly
like a Bohemian wedding veils adorned love with 
variety of chromatic birds they claim were only 
owned by the rich who you harness spirit of place 
for each sight heaven let us die of loneliness try 
to find a tune you won’t regret will want to use


(2018) by Hannah Six

Image: Blake Newman/Pexels

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Allowable Losses (Day 640)


Wrapped blue velvet cloak 

of soundless footsteps loud 

vacant seats  poetry begins 

and you succomb to polished 

hallway floors  past closed doors 

behind which word-waves 

surge so still and silent  gentle 

graphite shushing crinkling 

paper  shoes shuffle nervously 

beneath those creaking chairs  

like justice poisoned  trust 

suspended  truth is shifting  

weighing brittle branches until 

they break  nothing has changed 

but time  suspended  bent and 

gnarled  endless work upended  

tossed and searched   allowable 

losses silenced  now  repeat



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six


Image: Bengt Nyman (CC BY 2.0)

Friday, October 19, 2018

When (most) women stayed (Day 639)


a mother and two

how unusual we were 

then   the envy

of all our friends

in those days 

when women stayed 

with men who didn’t


our secret was 

what fun we had 

yes  in between some

food stamp shame

and jobs and school

and trying to open

a bank account 

in your name   alone


three  with the solid

stance of four   

the moonlit world 

was ours   door open 

to anything new   

people  music  places     

a lullabye life  


of memories that 

started sweet and now 

seem  somehow  sweeter  

since life added

its citrus twist to those 

honeyed days  when 

we were just us    

two and you



Dedicated to my mother, Bonnie, and sister, Sarah, with love


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six


Image: The Balcony, 1868, by Édouard Manet, oil on canvas

Thursday, October 18, 2018

The Feet (Day 638)


The feet are on 

your path   walking 

toward your doorstep

against my will    the hand 

will knock    and    



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Merio/Pixabay

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Silver Veneer (Day 637)

the sky, a flaking silver veneer
opalescent clouds appear to melt
a journey wakes, arises

the wise, golden moon glides higher
in a strange breeze, tiny flowers swing 


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: NPS Denali/Katie Thoresen (CC BY 2.0)

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Big-game trophies (Day 636)

Swept along in the current   surrounded 
by brilliant men   big-game 
trophies on the club’s oak paneled walls   
your life a congenial mixture 
of grief and bonhomie   
of the trivial and the tragic
it has never been easy   
then again you always expected 
you would enjoy the company in Hell   
More interesting you said   so there’s that


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Sagamore Hill, USNPS