Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Historical Portrait Poetry, Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

My Damn Powerless Hands

Hands

 

It is hard

when you don’t know

where you are going.

And where

you have been,

is fading fast

for the ties that bind us –

barely lie past

the wounds we carry…

 

There has been loss

there is loss

there is more loss

than anyone can ever imagine

and though my heart still beats,

it is not the same.

 

What horrors

Have crossed my path

And what pangs of hunger

Suffering and mistreatment

Has my child had to witness?

My hands to hold

The only things left –

To help him feel safe

In a world that cares not

Our fate,

And even there –

I am powerless.

 

The sun may rise tomorrow

for some,

hovering in all her beauty

above the horizon

I’ve seen such beauty once,

but I can no longer bear to see it.

 

For everything I have lost –

I once held

in my two hands

and their emptiness shatters

the silence of my days.

 

Were I to mourn?

Who would listen?

Were I to cry out injustice

Who would speak for me?

I am but a lone voice

In a wilderness

That has been given

Me no chance

To right the wrongs

That I have borne.

 

Go back, they say

Yet where shall I turn to?

My weary child

Begs for safety

And though I am capable,

I have been prevented

From giving him a home.

 

And though I have travelled miles

Through sweat, hardship and tears

There is nothing left to fight for

As they carry my child away,

Arms flailing,

Crying out my name –

And my powerless hands

My damn powerless hands

Can do nothing.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

A similar poem was written by me in 2016 about Syrian refugees.  The story keeps being retold, and nothing has been learned.  Incredibly sad time we live in.

 

Image: Courtesy of Pexels.com

 

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Historical Portrait Poetry, Poetry, Poetry from the News, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Word Prompt

Building Walls, a poem

wall

 

You assumed

I was not strong enough

You assumed

I laid bare my heart-

And found unworthy,

I’d slink my way

Into the shadows

Unseen

Unknown

Unheard of.

Yet the traces

Of my existence

That you found so

Bereft of meaning

Barely scraped the surface.

You knew not my tears,

Nor their circumstance

You could not bare

The pangs within my heart

The longing reach for meaning

The painful truths of uncertain beginnings

Nor the iron will to make a difference

No matter if anyone cared.

I will not relinquish my right to exist.

You continue to sneer the truths

Of your unfortunate stance

Shout names into the streets

Tear apart, with your own assumptions,

The very decency of the fabric of my heart

And though I should be angry,

I shall let all the rage fall within your lap

Refuse to give home to your aversion

And allow the labels to fall by the wayside

Unseen

Unknown

And unnoticed.

For I know,

No matter which eye you see me with,

It shall always be tainted

By your own disgust.

You underestimate

The breaths

Which give birth to kindness

The hand, held out,

Believing another worthy

The power

Of different stories

Interwoven into a new narrative

And the difference

We could make,

Were we only working together

Instead of building walls.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: assumption

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #76: Loving the Person I Want to Become

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

Lately,
I have found
Peace within myself
I have learned to listen
To the gentle hum
That rises within my chest
And the words that play
Delicately on mind
I have tried to find myself
Only to lose myself
In the beauty that I see
Not perfect, no –
But striving toward perfection
Never to reach it,
But grasping out,
Craving its delicate curves
And its gentle tongue.
I am not always, in love
With the person I have been
But I have learned to love
The person I want to become.

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Flowers, Free Verse Poetry, Nature Photography, Nature Poems, Photography, Poetry, Poetry Based on Photos, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Beauty Suffers in Silence, a poem

Beauty

 

I spotted this image in my folder this morning and reminisced on our last visit to the gardens.  While I was able to get the two youngest finished with school three weeks early (yes, I was desperate for a break), the two older kiddos are still slaving away.  I so long for a quiet day in the gardens, the fresh air, the silence… So this image brought these words today.  For some reason, she had a story to tell…

 

Beauty Suffers in Silence

 

Sometimes,

Beauty suffers in silence

For though, unique –

She wonders

Am I enough?

Yet still, she lingers

In the sighs

Of summer morning

She is aware

Of the stillness…

The breath

Of morning sky

Intermingling with her own

And the world –

Her world,

Is an unending dance

Of color,

Beneath a gentle breeze.

Though uncertain,

Perhaps,

She exhales beauty

In every breath,

Even though

Many will not see it.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

 

Posted in Flowers, Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Nature Photography, Photography, Poetry, Poetry Based on Photos, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Clothe You in My Shadow, a poem

Love2

 

I want to

Lean with you

In the silent

Passage of time,

Wrap my meaning

Beneath the reflection

Of your ways

I long to echo

The constant

Beating

Of your heart

And hold you close…

Hold you close….

Colors

Mean nothing

Without the touch

Of your soul

And sunshine

Shall warm me not

Without your

Affectionate heart.

Together –

Seek with me

A summer’s morning

Where we linger

Over dew drenched kisses

Speak with me

The fragrant language

Of blossoming sunsets

Petalled sunrises

And promises kept…

Promises kept…

For I shall clothe you

In my shadow

For safe-keeping,

But illuminate

Your beauty

In my song.

 

© Sumyanna 2018