Future No.1 (Day 368)

capturing  creating  

refracting 

possibilities 

no start  no end

depthless shoreless 

roiling 

intellgent  devoid 

(of limits)

incapable 

(of prejudice)

loving 

us

wanting 

us 

to be 

content

survive  succeed

be at peace

infinitely giddy 

with every 

fear  despair  tenderness

of any sentient creature 

throughout time continuous 

creating itself

birthing itself

sustaining itself 

and us 

and all life

unable to be barred

no matter what 

it will  

it will

it will

and show us 

precisely  undeniably 

what we are

no matter 

when we are 

unforseeable  unimaginable

shining 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Steppinstars/Pixabay

Feels Like May [Day 356]

Deep in February’s chill

it feels like May might never bloom,

but even in the darkest room,

light lingers longer every day,

and bitter winter cannot stay

forever, tempt it as you will.

Soon spiders, with their silver strands,

will spin new homes with certain flair,

And house-finch songs will float on air 

Above the lilting mockingbird,

And spring, more now than a mere word,

Will enchant the lifeless land.

Meanwhile, resist the icy slope—

Don’t let despair obscure bright hope.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: pixundfertig/Pixabay

Trail of Crumbs (Day 300)

We sliced the days 

thin as fluttering kite tails, 

savored every hour, and, 

in case we lost ourselves 

along the way, we left 

a trail of crumbs, remnants 

of a life that love consumed,

to guide us home 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Illustration for Hansel and Gretel by Alexander Zick (1845–1907)

Unbroken (Day 299)

imagine

having a heart

that had never been

broken

or a spirit

that had known

only joy

the topography

of a life 

like that   

unmarred by yearning

unchanging   unearned

a bleak and  

featureless expanse

as far as the eye could see

like awakening

yawning and stretching  

into a nightmare

of eternal ennui

from a dream

rich with longing

and love

and loss

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay

Dark-eyed boys (Day 277)

two dark-eyed boys

their father 

at the window parting 

red curtains  kick a ball 

where the greenest grass 

grows  watered by tears 

she cried when she kissed them 

goodbye  there  then

all she could hope for was 

a warm day  lamenting that  

during the rain  they had 

not been able to play outdoors

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image:sasint

Hope hitched a ride (Day 255)

Looking back  laughing

hope hitched a ride 

with you  when I 

flew away  meaning 

to stay  a missing piece 

of the puzzle  

we played alone  instead 

of side by side

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Charly_7777