Saturday, July 21, 2018

Adored (Day 549)

mirror   3:37 a.m.   
expanding   shining   darting
   like a startled cat
or a dream 
   dissipated by waking
hard glittering flickers
sometimes disconnected  
caught out 
   of the corner of the eye
   broaching the subject
of possibility  or  of being 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: PxHere

Friday, July 20, 2018

The sky inside his glass (Day 548)

He took a sip, 
pretending it was 
the sky swirling 
inside his frosted glass,
the sky that curled and 
folded in upon itself  
trailing a shadowed veil
across the slate-dark sea,
when hand-in-hand they 
traced the wine-stain 
crescent of a bay from bluff 
to point, pausing to dance 
with foam-tipped tickling 
waves, laughing at their 
good luck to chance 
on such a storm 
on such a day.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: PxHere

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