Collateral Damage, a poem

You hear it so often the words of peace in a song in the lilting words of a poet or on a banner held, by passionate soul or by those who rouse the avid crowds and march the streets in protest or those who strive in hunger to speak the words that no one wants…

Pondering Reflections, a poem

  How often do we look at ourselves and wonder what we reflect? And despite the things we have been taught, from harms thrown upon us, in equal measure – we often throw them back. Is it not better, to show beauty despite the ugliness that others reap – for how else can you sew…

You Taught Me to Love You, even in passing…

Your whispered breath spoke to me of longing but the life left within your soul was fading fast. You spoke of dreams You spoke of dreams and wondered where all the time had went, but there was barely enough time to bend forward to kiss your cheek. Passing – you passed so quickly and moments…

Reverse Nonet: She Sings Through Her Tears

Sing they said, and she sang, no melody and no harmony just the sound of her tears reverberating inside hear the gentle hum of her pain and know she gathers strength in her tears. © Sumyanna 2016   Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: Harmony Fabulous photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

It’s Sad that We Have a Day to Celebrate the Earth

Saw the March for Science today, so incredibly proud of all those who are willing to take a stand for what is important.  To me, it makes those bleaker days we have to go through a little easier to bear.  It is so encouraging to see how many people are more aware of their voices…

Because I Don’t Have a Photographic Memory (Part #30)

Today has been a busy day of testing for the kids.  The school had technical problems so the kid’s testing was consolidated to two days.  They ended up getting there at 9 in the morning and staying until 4.  The other kids that don’t have testing enjoyed the day shopping, which is rare for us…

Unburdened by Expectation, a poem

  I wait for stillness to rest between my thoughts for the words to come lay playfully on my lips I will whisper them to a silent audience firmly intent on allowing the words to wind themselves around my soul. In curiosity, I want to feel them traipse across my tongue I want to savor…

Portraits Poetry #54: Mona Lisa Smile

I guess there is no question which image prompted these words.  I was trying to find an image that would move me to write today, and this was what I came up with.  I hope you enjoy!     She sat before the artist and wondered what curious lines would he delve to carve her…

Remembering, While Being Forgotten (a poem)

    It is a curiosity, with me – to wonder what traces I have left behind perhaps because, I have never washed away remembrance. I have often tossed and turned in my own worries, my own past pain and even these moments I try not to recollect, but from time to time they demand…

Daily Post Photography Challenge: A Closer Look Always Lends Surprise

Last week’s photography challenge at The Daily Post was surprise.  I tried to get my pictures together fast enough, but this week has been busy with school.  Anyway, in their post, they shared a beautiful up-close image of a dandelion, which inspired me.  See, dandelions actually have curled stamens – which you could actually see…

Beauty Possible, Beneath your Touch (a poem)

  I breathe easy because you are near me. I know, your treasure as I see it, reflected in my own eyes and I have come to understand the lengths to which I have learned to define myself by the beauty that you see in my soul. I breathe the air you breathe and somehow,…