Showing posts with label #painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #painting. Show all posts

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Missing (Day 479)


Seduced  falling 
into that pleasure 
relative to pain  

a moment 
of unspooling
unwinding fibers

frayed ends easing 
through hardened 
knot twists

fever-burnt  
prickling 
in cavedark coolth  

buoyant  leaden  
bedded by a body 
unwilling to live  

still  unwilling to 
let go  of life  still 
missing  just missing


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Ophelia, Sir John Everett Millais
Via Wikimedia Commons

Friday, March 30, 2018

Pointillist II (Day 436)


Breathe hush wind beach fog 
Petal cup hand abundant kiss
Slice green point edge damp
Electric shiver ice steel frost
Marine slough clear shimmer curl 
Breath flow gurgle chime rocks
Bird floral bittersweet wing dust
Knowing warmth wait send tucked


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Patterns of the superbloom 
at Carrizo Plain National Monument 
Bureau of Land Management/ Flickr

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Painter (Day 392)


summer’s verdant, musky vines 
painter consumed by her canvas

wildflower ghosts of spring
in a frigid, well-lit space

mushroom-colored, winter day
brushes slay dragons of gloom


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Helen Galloway McNicoll, The Apple Gatherer (c. 1900), oil on canvas

Monday, February 12, 2018

Watercolors (Day 390)


Where the edges
are not, there now
twist and turn, into cavernous
echoing chambers, bleeding
rivulets of umber diverging into
creases that vein the vast,
opaline expanse of 
love’s cold, hard floor,
over which we slipped and
ran, laughing until we cried, our
seawater tears blooming like watercolors.



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: JMW Turner, Lyme Regis, Dorsetshire, England (ca. 1834), 
watercolor, Cinninnati Art Museum (via Wikimedia)

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Making art (Day 342)

Making lingering art
a public dream 
of dark bars and 
coffeeshops
sleeping ghosts and 
mystical gifts. 
The fine raw 
humming energy 
arising from 
the work itself 
rewarding 
the fatal selfishness 
of creating  
of giving  
and the unexpectedly 
selfless grace 
of taking 
time and energy 
to receive 
the finished work. 
Without the one
the other would fail.
Without the other
the one would 
never have been.  



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six


Image: Pot Pourri, 1897 (oil on canvas) 
by Herbert James Draper; private collection
via Wikimedia Commons