Surf (Day 900)

Loose waves unspool   spilling 

across a sheen of coral sand

in succession   dawning edges 

frothing and fizzing   deepening 

into midnight translucence   

pausing   retreating   measuring 

unknowable distances 

between one breath and another

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: bootsbowsandbeaches/Pixabay

Swim (Day 899)

around copper shoulders

clouds ripple   reflections 

dancing in a topaz sky

in the middle   eyes closed 

against the stinging sun   

floating easily   we 

drift on the tense surface   

underwater rumble 

pulsing gently in our ears

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: wanthai/Pixabay

All ears (Day 898)

stilted   disjointed   over-easy 

soft and almost slackened 

finding balance and balance again   

the old walk and stumble  

getting hotter and hotter   funny   

you never felt that way yourself   

before this   resting 

in a state of conscious abandon   

just for a moment   tipping 

toward fortune   only a problem 

if someone’s watching   you 

almost dropped into page-long 

ecstasy   sinking like gneiss 

into deep-sucking silt   so don’t 

plumb it   this lost afternoon   

when language is all ears 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Trevi Fountain, Rome, via Pixabay

Twilight, fireflies (Day 897)

River of heat scours 

the arid world   

whispering 

into purple night   secret 

lights rise   sparking  

like tiny angels   startling 

as peacocks   flaunting 

their unmanageable 

burden of lush plumage 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Kobayashi Kiyochika, Fireflies at Ochanomizu (1880)

color woodblock print, via Wikimedia Commons

Drawn by sunrise (Day 896)

All night, they walked,

drawn by sunrise—unseen 

waves hammering 

at the darkness—wondering 

what they were, would be, 

until the rose-gold light, 

a hopeful song, played along 

the horizon, and, in unison, 

they turned toward it

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Raduranga (CC BY-SA 4.0)

Angel (Day 895)

It’s Day 895, and we have another guest poet. My lovely friend, Cynthia Dawn Griffin, prolific author of books, blogs, and poetry, submitted today’s poem and image. Visit her website to read more of her writing: https://cynthiadgriffin.com/

Angel

I see you are having a bad day.

I see that frown.

I see those hunched shoulders.

Don’t snap at me. I didn’t do it.

I know this sucks.

I know you’re hurting.

Don’t you know? It’s going to get better.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not tomorrow,

But it will.

How do I know? You ask.

Because I’m your angel, Dear One.

And I’ll be right here,

Each step of the way.

You are not alone.

(c) 2019, by Cynthia Dawn Griffin

Image: Pixabay

As for me, I’m off to do a little writing, too, so I can maintain my poem-a-day streak. After 894 poems in as many days, I’m not about to give up now!

Hard-won wisdom (Day 894)

Robin pushes back 

against the night, 

asking questions 

only cat can answer, 

but, prowling darkness

same as light, through 

twilit underbrush, she 

keeps her hard-won 

wisdom to herself.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six