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Skewed, a poem

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Nature desires

Clear vision

Open with wonder

Awake

And alive

No determined lines

No prescribed interpretation

Intentionally aware.

Yet along the passages

Of experience,

We learn

To skew our view.

Beauty is defined

Delineated

Proscribed

All else fails

To interest.

Like ants

Scurrying

Toward a meal –

We have no time

To notice

The harm

And we rush

To scrape

To mold

To angle our curves

To please,

Leaving all else

On the cutting room floor.

The earth exhales

An exhausted breath

As we overlook

The capacity of ourselves

And everything else

Upon her canvas.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for the Daily Post Prompt: skewed

Fabulous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

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The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem

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In the silence of the forest
Do we walk quickly?
Treading the path
Like many –
How many miles?
How many miles ahead
And how many left behind?
Or do we tarry
A little longer
And dwell in the moments
Replayed in every single step
In the silky voice of the wind
In the crunch of leaves underfoot
In the faded bark of fallen tree
And do we wonder?
Do we wonder who else
Followed this path
How many
And when
What did they carry?
What were their dreams?
For those, their footsteps may have faded
But history dwells within every step
And the land – it carries the memories
Even if we never see them
In the silence of the forest
You witness history’s silent song
I try to linger
Never too quick in my steps
For I long dwell within
The whispered history
Of those who came before.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: forest

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Feeling Free, Being Me ( a poem)

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I’ll make no excuses

For I breathe the way I breathe

And I feel with utmost longing.

It matters not,

The way I hold my brush

Nor the way I

Paint my scene

Were it that

Everyone saw

In black and white

I shall dance beneath

The neon lights

Of summer’s spawning

Unaware –

Without a care,

Just feeling free

Being me.

I shall not

Cower in sadness

Stretching myself thin

To fit the mold

Or cry my tears

Upon shoulders

Of the bold

Who proclaim my ways

Are not artistic

Enough.

This is me

This is me

As real

As the air you breathe

And if you cannot see,

I’d rather you close your eyes

Than waste your sight on me.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

I know how to be nothing, but authentically me.

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: authentic

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Nature Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry, Word Prompt

On the Beach of My Imagination

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Here I am, alone
I hide from my own shadow
I dance, I play – I am alive
And I bask in the glow of setting sun
Sand pushed between my toes
And I can’t help but wonder
How many
How many
And could I possibly count them all
And the beauty of the moment
Streaks before my eyes
A glimmer of hope
My feet sink and the water rushes in
And I feel the movement
Of the world beneath me
It pushes away
Pushes away
And I feel like I am falling
But still I stand against the tide
Dripping wet, yet full of life
My heart is rushing
Rushing –
It longs to sleep within the tide
To brush against the rocks
Each one tells a story
I want to shape their beauty
To etch my memories
Across their edges
And I long
To push away
To push away
And stretch far away
Carried on the waves
The sky lit up like flame
It ripples across the waters
And lights the fire
Within my imagination.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: Glimmer

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Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)

Today, the Daily Post Prompt is messy. I could not help but remember this poem I posted quite some time ago.  It holds a special place in my heart – autobiographical, then not.

 

Rain

 

We are dancing in the rain

It matters not, that we’ll get wet –

life is meant to be messy

The rain’s fresh scent

Begs for entertainment.

The rain pours

And puddles lay at our feet

While others curse the rain

We dance and smile

Puddle slapping

We are young and free

While others carry excessive baggage

Their boots slap angrily

Grumbling snores through life

They can’t enjoy the rain

Their heart’s just not in it

Not today, nor tomorrow

They can never feel free.

My hair lays wet

Across my face

Your clothes are soaked

And it does not matter,

For when in love

You just want

To enjoy the moment

Embrace everything –

Including the rain.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: messy

Beautiful image, courtesy of Pixabay.com