Portraits Poetry Series #60: Carry Me Home


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


I had been beached
Somewhere along the harbor
Many years ago
When the hustle and bustle
Of life in this town
Had just begun
Men shouted to one another
Across the docks
Carrying cargo
Others, carrying loads of fish
Fresh from the rising sea
Those were the times
When I was brightly painted
When I owned the joy
Of the men I carried
Across those mighty waves
The deck full with the day’s catch
And you could hear the merriment
In their boisterous song
One day, a storm had come
And when the waves receded
There was little left.
No more bustling docks
No more shouts of joy at the day’s catch
Only shuttered, crumbling houses
Rotting wood
The smell of decay and loss
And me
Left behind in shallow waters
With only my memories
To keep me company
I am still waiting
For them to carry me home.

© Sumyanna 2016


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Your poetry is quite exceptional, Sumyanna. I found this to be very meaningful.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much Robbie. That means a lot. I always know that I am satisfied with my writing – but I never really know if it will make the same statements to someone else.


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