The Sweet Spot (Day 256)

The sameness vast       the sweet spot on the map 

of me alone                    the plans we made 

together gone                an opaque white curtain

and you my future        in a box to carry 

where I go only              snow empty and white

when I look forward     only a shadow of light

hardly a glow and          yet I know it does

I suppose that’s just      the way it goes

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Original image: NairnBairn

Grand Lady (Day 125)

 

Abandoned House, Hagerstown MD

Never a grand lady,

Like those northern upstarts. 

You were even, perhaps, 

A bit careworn, compared 

With your neighbors, whose 

Fresh red confidence eclipsed 

Your plain-Jane simplicity. 

Or was your appearance 

Purposely misleading? 

You might have jealously 

Guarded the golden joy pulsing 

In your veins, familiar warmth 

Radiating comfortably 

To the scrolled tip of each 

finely-turned bone. Glimpses

Of your elegant strength,

Your faultless honesty, 

Your unwavering generosity 

—Visible only to those who 

Knew you, or who thought to look 

Beyond the customary trimmings—

Gifts you bestowed intimately,

Their secrecy lending them 

A covetable air of pricelessness.



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Words Fail (Day 118)

Some days the words fail
You refusing to come home
Leaving the Muse alone
With silence
Like a barren page



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six