Friday, February 1, 2019
Outlines (Day 744)
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Insistent (720)
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Suburban (Day 718)
like a flippant roommate poverty
cavorts
beyond affluent suburbs
where in exposed brick corners giggling
gangs of butter-blonde
drugstore sirens
hoard generous roots amid
the barbed-wire
of deconstructed personalies
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Niko Lienata/Pexels
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Like a curtain (Day 714)
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
A page, turned (Day 713)
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Take Aim and Speak (Day 704)
Take aim and speak
heart-piercing silver lines
down corridors awash
in darkness find your way
by touch slow-sliding progress
marked on smoke-stained stones
let jasper waves douse your
flames amidst the ermine silence
of a pale and fluttering heart
where once echoed
the fall of silvery chimes
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: DPNuevo/Wikimedia (CC BY-SA 3.0)
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Haiku for Day 700
Moon-bleached blossoms drip
Stars hide their cold smokeless flames
Night flings useless rain
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: PxHere
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Yesterday and tomorrow (Day 699)
Yesterday and tomorrow whisper
the muted hum of bumblebees inspecting
a fragrant bank of honeysuckle
the purr of a cat stretched full-length
in a pool of morning sunlight
the soft buzz of a hovering hummingbird
testing a heavy-headed lilac
today and tomorrow tell me their secrets
in hushed library voices
while today remains silent, tranquil, a mirror
coolly reflecting, in elegant detail,
the truths already known to my heart
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Derek Keats/Wikimedia Commons
(CC BY SA 2.0)
Monday, December 17, 2018
Under a blue star (Day 698)
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Another Page Torn (Day 679)
It was another day
another foxed page
torn from a book
shelved in the attic of
a seldom-visited library
A day as tender
as my mother’s hand
in mine soft and fragile
as a tiny gray bird
newly hatched
A day too tough
to nibble or chew
dry and hard
as the pigs’ ears
for which my dog
begs and yearns
It was another day
but now it’s done
night drawn about me
like a shawl comforting
dark and promising
a warmer tomorrow
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: PxHere
Friday, November 16, 2018
Wet Snow (667)
yes no wet snow yes between
my toes sand fingers
linger waves toss a gray
and restless sea to see
across those waves
a sunrise waits for me
across those waves of yes I
float the sun orange tide
high float and ride a restless
yes a heaving in between
flowing unseen west glancing
yes no rising sunlight circles
dancing on my unseen sky
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Shaheen Karolia (CC BY 2.0)