Portraits Poetry Series #48: Dreams Could Not Live There

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

Portraits Series

 

There were times

When fragile woman

Had no choice –

She suffered silently

Beneath her shell

For there was

Nothing else –

To be a wife

Or to remain in embrace

With all that was chaste

And dreams just did not live there,

For they had no place

And you could not help

But silently trace

The wavering lines

Across her face

Of sorrows held

Beneath the beauty

For she had dreams

But dreams just could not live there.

 

What was left?

And how could she breathe?

To only accept this fragile race

Where value lies and value lay

In beauty etched upon her face

And how many children

Her womb could embrace

And dreams just could not live there.

 

 

There was a time

That It mattered not,

What were her dreams

For her culture often dictates this

And sometimes all we hope to embrace

Is decreed with haste in our very landscape

For what are dreams, but possibility

Lovingly swept across our space

And dreams just could not live there

…or did they?

 

© Sumyanna 2016

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. A truly lovely write poigniant!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much!

      Like

  2. I definitely “see” this one! Love the sounds, too, and the song-like repetition.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      So glad you did! Thank you 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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