Thursday, May 23, 2013
The Party
Wishing to dare,
to divine one day
the abyss of leisure,
the secrets of their
nature, I only saw
their importance,
the party, with their
wandering pleasures.
Solemn hands
made gestures of
mystery the theme
magnified, mild.
They bestowed smiles
on affairs, flirted with
--and sang to--
languidly gallant actors
closely connected
with the clique.
Perceptible, spirits
appeared to give
vivacity, to influence
souls particularly summoned,
unlikely to return.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
(Having nothing to do with this poem... Just a memory of a lovely day I want, always, to remember that way.)
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Poem #51: Inside
Inside
Sheets of ice and rain
Obscure daylight in my mind
Banks of fog close in
And blind me
Blue above
I see only gray
As I lay gazing upward
Body drifting down
Out of reach
Fresh gale blows
Lazy here with you
Watching fruit tree petals fly
From the greening limbs
Is enough
Lazy here with you
Watching fruit tree petals fly
From the greening limbs
Is enough
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Poem #51: Inside
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Monday, May 20, 2013
Truly Happy (#50)
Truly Happy
When was
the last time
you were
truly happy?
she asks.
Befuddled, he
answers: two
months ago,
his voice rising,
question-like.
He is uncertain.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Truly Happy (#50)
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Sunday, May 19, 2013
Poem #49: The Shallow End
The Shallow End
In shadow, the deep
end was always colder
than where the stairs,
in their ubiquitous aqua
glory, first descended
into the pool.
The Deep End.
Goal of every sun-tanned swimming child,
tantalizingly beyond reach
on the other side
of a string
of ovoid plastic pearls.
Terrifying, seemingly bottomless,
trophy of dreams, desires,
nightmarish feelings of
perceived helplessness,
ultimately achieved
after a series of classes:
education, practice, and
heart-breaking warnings
about the dangers of being
drawn down
into those alluring
amethyst depths.
Having survived the gauntlet,
Floating effortlessly
atop the gentle heaving
breast of our emergence, I
looked back, to find you
far behind me,
splashing, sputtering, afraid
to glide into and befriend
the delicious
silence of the deep.
How is it, then, in the
shallow
end, watching me
swim away?
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Poem #49: The Shallow End
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Poem #48... A SPAM sandwich!
Manhandled
I don't realize
reality
how you're no longer
actually a lot
more.
Smartly appreciated
you might be right
now you are
very intelligent you
understand
your stuff
is at all times
nice.
Significantly
this topic
made me personally
consider a lot
of various angles.
Like women
your individual
men are not interested
until one thing
is accomplished.
Handle it up.
Woman gaga.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Why SPAM? Because this is an erasure-style poem inspired by a fantastic piece of junk email!
Poem #48... A SPAM sandwich!
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Saturday, May 18, 2013
Poem #47: A Little Green
A Little Green
green emeralds
jade money
growing grass offers women
resources, information
fertility life grass roots
the most restful color,
green symbolizes eco-terror
and animal activism
green is a real universal
grass-roots bastard
save money
make money help
mentally and physically
restore your community
this weekend, last
october green is the color
of beautiful blues
the new red
green is good
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Poem #47: A Little Green
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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Poem #46: Poppy
Poppy
Oh, powerful, ancient poppy!
Ornamental, colorful, edible
provider of drugs
--analgesic
narcotic
medicinal
recreational--
ease our suffering.
Wrap us in your
crumpled ruby robes
of blessed forgetfulness.
Help us
remember, too,
the blood-red petals
that bloomed and stained
your fields, mud
of earth and draining life;
those who
--so rudely torn from this
world of dizzying beauty
and curious regrets--
we pray
will remember us.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Poem #46: Poppy
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Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Poem #45
Another One
supposed to be:
Easy, some say.
Not like me, then.
Not like this, when
(as is so often the case)
clean carpets seem
simple
enough
and yet...
They may cost
three days
of lying in bed
thinking
about taking another
sip
of water
---from that cup
over there,
on the nightstand---
and listening to myself
breathe: OK,
time, now,
for another one.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Poem #45
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