Monday, February 18, 2019

Like This (Day 761)

a small mosaic 

table   a summer town

like this   bounty of flowers

fountain quivering 

in the distance   dancing 

ripples of light 

teasing your eyes

soon   

like an iced glass 

of amber tea   droplets 

glimmer   even in the air 

balmy beneath a lush canopy 

of walnuts and maples

and waiting

knowing someone is coming

is almost there

a smile touching 

the corners of your mouth

almost there

as if your lips were already 

preparing for the kiss



(c) 2019, by Hannah Six


Sunday, February 17, 2019

The possibility of stone (Day 760)

a couple stands   contemplating an expanse 

of frozen water   aggressively 

billowing   tumbling from clifftops   smashing 

the possibility of stone submerged  hard 

as a long cold season   they performed their duties   

nestling   clusters of citrus fruit on laden boughs  

perambulating   an allegiance of sacred women 

gowned in mourning-dove gray   and now   

pinpricks of moisture piercing the air around her

she turns in one miniscule movement   sees

what have they done   has she done   finally

belonging to you stings like fire


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: PxHere





Saturday, February 16, 2019

Small and quiet hours (Day 759)


Everyone knows those questions

in the small and quiet hours

a deep hush   joyful   broken 

by the swish of diminishing snow

by the comfort of books

and all the stars slip into place

like before   wait   notice

and be grateful for the nights

and take pity on the dark corners


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: skeeze/Pixabay


Friday, February 15, 2019

On a Hidden Path (Day 758)


Saturday afternoon voices 
linger on the air 
and we have some time 
between waves   

evening turns down 
the moon and night hesitates 
in the walls   reverberating   
raining down   drenching us 

where we fell on a hidden path   
hold on to me and 
hold your breath   
you whispered as we lay   entwined 

on the forest floor   we forgot 
to look where we were 
walking and tripped 
over the same stone 

(c) 2019, Hannah Six
Image: Henri Rousseau. Tropical Forest with Monkeys 
(1910). Oil on canvas. Via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Love Walks Through (Day 757)

Love walks through 

broken glass   unaware 

of the sharp edges

at water’s edge   reluctant 

to encounter its own 

image   in a surface 

without ripples


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Boarderbloke/Pixabay

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Another Shadow (Day 756)


another shadow   bright as stars   spinning
toward truth   fearless   flawless as stone
or paint or dreams   carved from a slow silent
blooming   petals of ice   drifting
approaching the tip of an outstretched heart


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Smokescreen (Day 755)

Fourteen-karat stars ablaze
the very air seethes with wishes
in a grove of aspens, quaking,
beginning to feel    transluscent   
shifting  self-induced smokescreen
an expanse of copper sea

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: jaher06/Pixabay

Monday, February 11, 2019

When the snow falls (Day 754)


It’s like this  when the snow falls
each flake a tiny bird  silent
sinking from an oyster sky 
to sip from a pearl-white bowl

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Sarah Cavanaugh

Sunday, February 10, 2019

West Winds: A Tanka for Day 753

West winds tease lovers.

Full beauty skips and leaves spring.

Midnight overflows.


A blue columned path murmurs.

Slick angels loom and stones burn.


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay

Saturday, February 9, 2019

It won’t be long (Day 752)

Cellophane sunlight

thin and clear

crackling   infused 

   with hints of spring

Graphite trees   sketched 

on a hyacinth sky

awash with feathery clouds

And   from the woods

birdsong keeps promising

It won’t be long

It won’t be long

It won’t be long

   

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Julian Onderdonk. Early Spring—Bluebonnets and Mesquite (1919). 

Oil on panel. Via Wikimedia Commons


Friday, February 8, 2019

Semi-precious (Day 751)


One thank you

Hollow flimsy thing

One promise

Fleeting truth

Stage sets 

   and fun-house mirrors

Semi-precious lies



(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Thomas Taylor Hammond (CC BY-SA 4.0)

via Wikimedia Commons

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Of love Of summer (Day 750)

Temperate afternoon   delight 
of those with dirty hands   sticky 
with the residue 
    of love   of summer   
       of rinsing off the last night’s dreams   
           of peeling paper birch   revolving hours 
drift   dilute   redolent of soft pine resin 
   and sun-baked dust   amidst the hums 
   and clicks 
   and other comfortable sounds   
albescent sky awash with unseen stars

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Potthast, Edward Henry. ~1910. A Summer Afternoon
[oil on canvas] 


Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Thirsting (Day 749)

How is this golden
glowing one sitting
alone   where shadows were 
thirsting 
for light  
for fear 
of losing her place  imagine 
all of our voices   
in all ways 
comforting   subtle   bruised 
purple by the sharp edges
of our discontent

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: PxHere

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Curtains open (Day 748)

Your windows   low and 

wide   curtains open 

to the night   enticing 

the darkness   I tried not to see 

what you made no effort to hide   

but before I could 

turn fully away   

one brief glimpse enlightened me   

now I know what home means



(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Albert Monier/Wikimedia Commons



Monday, February 4, 2019

Closing (Day 747)

Today I am closing my door.

It has been wide open 
for far too long.

My house is growing cold 
and   like my mother 
before me   I am losing 
interest in keeping 
the whole world 
warm.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Matej Novosad/Pexels

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Haiku for Day 746

Balanced at dawn’s edge
even the fog was listening
distant  familiar                                                     
               
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Like a Drug (Day 745)


did you                             know you can 

find happiness                buy it

on the street                    like a drug

just ask for it                   by name

a stranger may offer      a burning match                          

a smile                              of 

unexpected                      kindness


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: MaxPixel

Friday, February 1, 2019

Outlines (Day 744)

What I observed 
fell together  a collage
of book covers   toasted marshmallows 
snow-covered benches

What I knew
bound and stitched
an album of sparrows  crumbling castles  
sea caves 
paved with pristine sand
and expectation

What I remembered
scattered around  me 
on the floor  incomplete copies  notes
of masterpieces  scribbled outlines  
marking the contours of a life

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pexels