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Showing posts with label #1462PoemsProject #poem #poetry #poemaday #writing #resist. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Trying (Day 1398)



keep trying 

if it’s meant to be 

otherwise   forever

hear the promises 

without concern

like giving 

up near the end 

of acceptance

stay   move

who would want to?


© 2020 by Hannah Six


Monday, September 28, 2020

November beckons (Day 1348)


November beckons  promising 

freedom 

in shades of gray & brown

summer’s baroque 

branches & vines stripped 

down to necessities 

at last   respite 

from July’s cruel glare 

August’s desultory meanderings

harvested   the hopes 

of growing things striving upward

fulfilled   the vows  earnest 

& feigned  of an intricate web

in whose center we are not 



(c) 2020 by Hannah Six


Saturday, July 18, 2020

Settling (Day 1276)

noon’s harsh glare 

softens  cooling 

into welcome dusk

the world falls away


how many restless 

hours we spend 

settling  becoming 

ourselves again


(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Thoughts on a new development (Day 1227)

Hidden behind this curtain

of green and green

a shameful gash gleams red

where spring flowers grew


where acres of ancient woods

sheltered hidden lives

are freshly-mangled mounds

of trunks and tangled roots


the cloak of greed drapes 

heavy on these hills   savaged

by decree  by men

whose empty buildings echo 

like vacant hearts


(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Indifferent (Day 1217)

unquiet  winds stir 
even the lowest branches
leaves beating 
like wings
another day melts into this 
indiferent gray twilight

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Carved of bone (Day 1195)

tomorrow   we found   high on a totem

a fearless heart

carved of bone   someone will leave it  

on a mountain   on the moon

full and ripe as a plum   a distant refrain

we will wind it in silk   this gift   we bore 

into a tangled mass of yesterdays 


(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Monday, April 27, 2020

Colored lights (Day 1194)

A constant rain dampened 
everything that first year.

Only the glow of colored 
lights warmed the room.

So, jazz station on the radio, 
I danced alone in the dark, 

While ice gathered at the base 
of warped aluminum windows.

Since then, I learned to leave 
the lights up, the radio on. 

© 2020 by Hannah Six