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


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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

The Poppy Field, by Anne Redpath
Photo: Tate Gallery


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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poem #45

Another One

How things are 
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


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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Poem #44: Autumn Whispers

Autumn Whispers

Amber snowflakes drift
around us
autumn whispers softly 
another quiet 
wilderness of deer and grass 
and rude insect sounds 
yesterday was never 
mine but now 
dawn has cleared 
the road bringing you nearer 
and I 
regard the improved prospect
the fences
holding me in
welcoming you
and fall.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six



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Monday, May 13, 2013

Poem #43: Clover

Barefoot on the grass,
Clover hummed with honey bees...
All is quiet now.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six



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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Poem 42: Leaden

Leaden-- 
to breathe,
to eat, 
to drink, 
too great an effort 
for my brain 
shuts 
        windows 
closes 
        curtains and 
locks 
        the door.

Arms growing weak, too
weak to move 
a pen across 
the page.
What saves me is
this moment, is all
      floating 
      between worlds,
needing, 
doing without, 
wanting to 
curl around and cradle
my silky self.

Simply not enough 
        to cook,
        to water, 
        to want,
to eat 
   waffles-and-ice-cream 
     on the boardwalk
       faster than 
         it can melt.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Wildwood, NJ


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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Poem #41: Jane Smiles


Painting of the 3 Brontë Sisters, by Branwell Brontë (L to R: Anne, Emily, Charlotte)


Jane Smiles
(Inspired by Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre)

At rest, stern, 
Strong, the squared-off jaw, set
Almost stubbornly, betrayed
Only by the softening
At the corners 
Of his mouth,
And the gentle
Brightness of his eyes
         --often darkened by 
         the onset of a storm--
Though this is how 
I think of them
         --searching, sweet--
When I think of them,
When he smiles,
And smile.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six


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Poem #40!

Musings on my Companion

Gentle comfort, like
Toast and marmalade,
Served with sugared, milky tea.

Marmalade-and-milky-tea-colored
Toes, curled in on themselves,
Cozily, in reflex, next to me.

Like tiny velvet nautili,
Feet neatly crossed,
In an X of pure contentment.


(c) 2013, by Hannah Six


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