grounded

grounded

you go right ahead
fill your bowl with crystal rings
gild your ham with gold
adorn your toast with black pearls
I’ll sit here, stir my oatmeal

© hannah t

Published in: on March 15, 2011 at 6:41 pm  Comments (6)  

owls are overrated

owls are overrated

hummingbirds know life
assess flower. take nectar.
oh look! time to move on.

© hannah t

Published in: on March 7, 2011 at 5:18 pm  Comments (12)  

white walls

white walls

no posters, no photographs
no pretentious art pieces
no evidence of childhood
no remnants of adolescence
no traces of what came after
clean slate for the taking

pictures to paint, murals to mount
words to write
fresh colours
new stories
every day
blank canvas for the mind

white walls
do not hold me ransom
for yesterday or today
white walls
hold only hope
for always
sanctuary for the soul

© hannah t

Published in: on February 22, 2011 at 4:46 pm  Comments (13)  

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Published in: on February 20, 2011 at 4:42 am  Leave a Comment  

saddlin’ up

Four months, and now the first big step is upon me.  Last week doesn’t count – not really.  I’m scared.  The longest I’ve gone without crumbling, is four months.  That time, I crashed because I hadn’t been ready for the big steps, but forced myself to take them.

Good thing it’s matches galore tonight; I’ll need all the distraction I can get.

Published in: on February 12, 2011 at 6:02 pm  Comments (2)  

the next big thing

the next big thing

his name is the one
up in lights
neon bullets on black

his name is the one
swimming in stands
roar of a rabid crowd

his name is the one
travelling with time
stitches on tomorrow’s shirts

I will never be him
I will never be the giant
but I can make a slingshot

© hannah t

Published in: on February 7, 2011 at 5:42 pm  Comments (16)  

初一

初一

red and gold diamond marks the door
word standing on its head
fortune has arrived

mandarins in hand
fragrant, wrinkled gifts
prosperity in pulp

blessings on tongues
good grades, more money
give me grandchildren

cymbals clang and lions leap
men sweaty beneath costumes
dancing to feed their families

we bathe in colour and noise
laughing and clapping, imbibing festive cheer
wearing new clothes, old paper faces

© hannah t

Published in: on February 3, 2011 at 12:44 am  Comments (15)  
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colour inside the lines

colour inside the lines

skies are blue and clouds are white
the sun is orange,
it has no wink or smile
flowers are red yellow purple, grass is green
little space on this paper for
expression

© hannah t

 

Notes:
This is about both life and art in equal measure.  The law here can be stifling to the diversity and development of our arts scene.

Published in: on January 26, 2011 at 5:07 pm  Comments (10)  

i am my own tumour

Today I did a tally of how many Bad vs. Repair vs. Good months I had in 2010.  Then I did the same for 2009.  There was no need for 2008 and 2007 tables; one column would have sufficed.  It comforts me that there has been marked progress between last year and the year before, despite both having no crosses under Good.

When I looked at the blank 2011 table, I panicked at the starkness of the 12 empty, empty, empty too empty please fill me boxes in the first column.  I cheer teams on all the way until the final whistle blows, but never have hope to spare when my life is in play.  Talk about self-detonation.

Published in: on January 14, 2011 at 12:21 am  Leave a Comment  

waiting

waiting

milk, yoghurt, carton of six eggs
olives, oranges, punnet of raspberries
French beans, carrots, tiny sack of onions
that is the grocery cart I want to have
she is the woman I want to be
not the girl whose basket always holds milk and
rolled oats and paper towels and
nothing else
not this girl that I am

© hannah t

Published in: on January 10, 2011 at 2:10 am  Leave a Comment