Heather Z. Hanna
Biography of Heather Z. Hanna
Expect to see many places but have learned that where will be a surprize. And what one sees and experiences is the best part of all! Including what one sees and experiences on the internal level.
It is an adventure within the mind.
Heather Z. Hanna Poems
A Better Day
A better day, a better night. No tears or fears or even frights.
A Flower, A Friend
A flower colors our garden With many rainbow hues, Expressing our feelings In Yellow, reds and blues.
When I Breathe
When I breathe are you there? In the stillness of the house as it settles, Whether the afternoon drone of distant lawnmower Or in the burning of a candle late at night,
Must I Face This Day?
Must I face this clear bright day? With heavy Heart and sorrowful soul? The sunlight ebbs and flows
Steady breeze blowing flags Receding brown of greening grass Single blackbird winging high A warming Spring gives gentle sigh
Inside A Sadness
I am down inside a sadness that won't leave me alone. When I think of you and things that you've said I manage a smile and it makes me free For a moment, I fly
My emotions run Like the sea to the shore. Rising up high Retreating so low.
In My Mind's Eye
In my mind's eye I could see you there Physically, mentally, spiritually, sensually. I could sense something beyond my vision.
Nothing hides The damage of time To one's body Except,
The Width, The Bredth, The Depth*
How to express that which fills and overcomes all my Soul? There is a width too wide and a bredth to great to see But there is also a depth, like over water, can be seen but in truth is so much deeper than it appears. It cannot be touched only felt.
It Is Simply The Truth*
The truth Is that I love. It is simply, Love.
A voice in the dark. A sound to be heard. A vibration of tone. A dark light of word.
Rain washed clean Gentle breeze blows Through sunlit trees Under quilted clouds
The Light Of Day
The light of day, Comes soft and grey. So calm, So cool.
Another day I'll wait.
I'll think and hope.
The day will pass
With thoughts of you.
I'll write and write
To stave the attacks
Of highs and lows
Of emotion's flow.
I cannot fully understand