Leaning Beauty, a poem

This poem was written for the following beauty I spied at the gardens…   Rest your head, leaning beauty. Find solace in the silent moments when dawn streaks across the outstretched horizon. Find comfort in the whispered kiss of morning dew. It is enough – your presence laden with earthly beauty that I may rest…

Photography: Spring Rose Her Weary Head and Sang (Part #3)

It is so fitting that I share these images today.  It gets right to the heart of why I take them, because any time I like I can just open them and be transported to spring.  It is fitting, because as I predicted it snowed last night.  Our tree outside looks gloriously vibrant, however, despite…

Reverse Nonet: Learning to Fly Without Wings

She sheltered there, hiding – whispering tears, wind softly singing beneath her broken wings. It tests the heart, now flightless broken – wanting to rush, to run finding ways to sing without the wind. (c) Sumyanna 2017

Insolent Tongue, a poem

I was experimenting with poetry lately (because yes, I actually have some free time 🙂 and came up with this poem.  The first line consists of one word, the next contains two, and so on up to line 7.  Then, you reverse the poem and thankfully (in this one) the meaning is actually different in…

Photography: Spring Rose Her Weary Head and Sang (Part #2)

Our week off is slowing dwindling to an end.  It was not the excitement I expected (we did not end up going anywhere) but being a part of a family means learning to be flexible.  I have had time to go to the gardens and take pictures.  I have also had the opportunity to write,…

So That They May See It, a poem

  I have found a way to cloud my tears and yet exist in the unpleasantness of this decade, while wagging tongues wade the distant rivers waging wars of rhetoric. I only hear the sound of nature’s voice reciting the eternal pages of her beautiful poetry. Were it a blue reaching sky a crimson glow…

Breathe in the Beauty, a poem

Can you breathe in the scent Of fresh Spring flowers Fill your lungs Fill your lungs It is not enough To inhale, exhale But you must Weave the scent Beneath your skin May you become one Flower and soul For the beauty found In fields of flowers Is also found within. © Sumyanna 2016

Portraits Poetry #52: I Have Read Volumes

I have read volumes I have lived volumes and I have many volumes left to tell for the lines have yet been written and I hold the pen I hold the pen poised midair ready to write and what – what will I write today what tales shall I sew and sometimes, upon reflection which…

Photography: Spring Rose Her Weary Head, and Sang (Part #1)

I am absolutely thrilled to finally have a break from school.  Today, we even broke out of form and just relaxed.  We took things slower.  It was rather nice.  Yesterday, we went to the gardens.  I cannot say how awed I am at her beauty.  I just hope it doesn’t snow (I’ve been told it…

Spring Sang, a poem

Inspired by the beauty Spring has already brought to my part of the world.  She may see snow on the weekend, but she sang gloriously while she was here…     Spring sang full-throated in longing. She worried we had forgotten her beauty, little did she know we waited patiently for the return of her…

Words, Laced Together – Create a Song

An interesting set of rules started these lines. Write a poem, starting with one word, the next line contains two and so on.   I thought I would see how high I could go.  Well, I probably could have gone higher – but I like the results. Words fell down from my tongue in roaring, rippling…