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Begging the Exhale, a poem

Exhale
Words
dance
in shatters,
they rattle
beneath the ribs
you can hear them
crying out
like forlorn,
seedless shells
dancing
against naked trees
in a windstorm.
They ache
to find
their voice
as they lay quivering,
trapped beneath
their soulless breath
awaiting expression,
begging the exhale
of birth.

(c) Sumyanna 2017

 

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Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Poems for Artists, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry, Word Prompt

Racing the Wind

Racing

 

 

I shall tie my hair up

in ribbons

wear long petticoats

and still race

with the wind,

for some things

are just not meant

to be held back

and no one is worthy

to hold the reins.

I shall write the words

I shall write the words

no matter the song

desiring to be sung

I shall write them

until my last breath

lingers

so that those

I have loved

will see that

I have lived

and my blood

shall still course

through my lines

even when I am gone.

I do not care

that I will not be

remembered by the masses

nor that my name

shall ever be

celebrated in the streets.

I want to touch,

to touch the souls

wavering in the darkness

like me,

uncertain

and sometimes

a little afraid –

to be.

Each word rising

from the depths

of my soul,

in gratitude.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: gratitude

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

 

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Nature Poems, Poems for Artists, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

I

I

 

I am the folded pages

of my own story

the whispered scent

of nothingness

that seeks

the permanent taste

of breath.

I am the petals

folded along the edges

of an undeveloped flower

seeking my tongue,

stretching my ways,

begging the warm touch

of summer sun.

I am the dialect

unburdened

by expression,

words forming

simultaneously

unhindered by over-thought

they beg not to speak,

but are spoken –

an unfurling of images

passages

and passageways

and forget not,

the silent passenger

that seeks the silence

and begs to be.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Historical Portrait Poetry, On Life, On Writing, Poems for Artists, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Sad Poems, Thinking Out Loud, Thoughtful Poems, Word Prompt

Reality tv

RealityTV (2)

 

At times, I think

the world prefers

a constant distraction

the bright, flashing lights

of profitable pursuits

that promise

longevity

strength

poise

and beauty

or perhaps,

a grand distraction

to see not,

where we once thrived,

a snake-oil pursuit

of dreams.

Were the sign not flashing,

none would ever see,

for the blandness

of her soil

would not warrant

inspection,

yet how much

is overlooked?

how much

is overlooked?

Just how much

beauty

is hidden

beneath the cracks?

and how much talent

curdles at the wayside

while people clip passages

(shoveling them through)

and the masses applaud?

Where are all

those unspoken dreams

those unfulfilled promises

and those downtrodden hopes?

While the creators create

the fruit

at their fingertips

sits among the cobwebs

waiting for someone to see.

The painters paint

in broader strokes

tearing at their chests

with worry

the writers write,

souls sent in whispers

across the pages

each sheet torn

tossed

and then repeat,

but the world

is busy

reaching for their popcorn

and consuming reality tv.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: prefer

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May You Never Lay Down Your Mighty Pen, a poem

mighty

 

We learned to write
Across our shattered souls
The pen – bold
Its healing balms kissed our lips
And our heart’s songs were sung
We were made whole
We had sewn our own wounds
And our souls slept in silence
There is nothing like the sound of your own voice
There is nothing like the sound of your own tears
And when you hear them, you heal.
Put down the pen?  Nay!
But raise it high to the heavens
And spill the contents of your beating heart
For nothing fans the flames of introspection
Like the lilted tongue of the poet
Or the flouncing rhyme of verse
May it heal you
May it make you whole
May you never lay down your mighty pen.
© Sumyanna 2016

 

Dear poet, dear writer, dear artist… may your pen never sleep.

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: mighty

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I will not be Afraid, a poem

storm

 

If anyone or anything
has ever taught me-
I have learned
to strive
beyond my reach
to grasp tight to my dreams.
It is not that
a helping hand sheltered
or that caring heart
shadowed my own,
I was alone
struggling
trying to find my way
but each time
I was knocked down
I got back up
and tried again
and though tears
gently streamed across my cheeks
and my soul begged surrender,
I knew that it was painful –
but I knew no other way.
We never recognize
the birth of resilience
the moments when
we have been forced
to carry too much
but we carry on
because giving up
is not within our veins.
No matter the sound
of the raging storms to come
nor the rushing waters deep
nor the silence that echoes
and suffocates my breath
I will not be afraid,
I will not be afraid –
to pursue my dreams.

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: pursue

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Posted in Inspirational Poems, Poems for Artists, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Unburdened by Expectation, a poem

me

 

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

the flow of lines expressed

like the washing of waves

upon the shore

and still,

I want to hear them

lingering on the wind

when my heart seeks solace

of a sympathetic friend.

So for now,

I count the moments

when I am able,

once again

to allow those words

to spill forth

from my heart.

This art, it seems

is an unfinished business

and once one line

is carved upon my veins

I cannot help, but beg for more.

In it, is my undoing

and while undone –

I seek to take

the pieces of myself

and pieces of my recollection

scatter them to the wind

to understand

not only how I fit in

but also to carve my own way

beneath the underpasses

beyond the expected

length of lines

and lilting rhymes

I want to create

who I think I should be

and celebrate the beauty

yet undefined

and in my undoing,

at some point of time –

I hope to learn to be

uniquely me,

unburdened by expectation.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

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Posted in Narrative Poetry, Poems for Artists, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

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!

 

Portraits Series

 
She sat before the artist
and wondered
what curious lines
would he delve
to carve her features.
Was her smile too wide?
Was it not enough?
And she wondered,
how should she interpret
her beauty
so as to be seen –
and she likewise worried
how would he interpret
her beauty,
if there was any
to be found.
She sat unflinching
her face held taught
she held her head high
and stared straight forward,
despite the strong desire
to look away.
There was too much
expectation
in the artist’s hand
moving across the canvas.
What would he see?
and could he trace
the silent sorrows
she hid behind her smile?
Years later
and many more –
people often wondered:
Did she really smile
or were her true feelings
hidden…
behind bashful glances,
but as she sat stoically
before da Vinci,
only he truly perceived
her pride, and her joy
simultaneously intermixed
with her uncertainty, and discomfort.
With gentle strokes,
he gently leads the viewer
to truly see
her soul’s ambiguity.

(c) Sumyanna 2017