Beauty Suffers in Silence, a poem

 

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

 

 

Clothe You in My Shadow, a poem

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty Lingers, a poem

 

My dear friend, Nadia, requested that I write for this image.  She knows I find stories there, hidden in the spaces between images, sometimes in the shadows and other times in a ray of light.  If you open your eyes widely, perhaps you will see it too…

 

Beauty Lingers

I had lost
my footsteps
in mourning
and upon the rise
of morning sun,
my eyes opened wide
and I could see –
the possibility
that lingers
in every breath.
It does not matter
that I am worn,
nor that my tears
have heartlessly
been torn
from my heart,
I believe
in the beauty
that’s woven
beneath my skin.
And as long as I
am able to stand,
I shall stand
with confidence
and sing
of the beauty
that’s laid
its weary head
upon my chest.

© Sumyanna 2018

My Full-Throated Song, a poem

A dear friend of mine has been encouraging me to write more for some of my photography.  I thought I’d see what I could make of it.  I hope you enjoy 🙂

 

Have you ever heard
the full-throated song
that escapes my chest?
Have you ever lingered,
found yourself
lost in the enticing scent
of my perfumed lips
and wondered at
my silent bow
in gentle winds?
For though
the rows
have carefully been planted
how many truly listen?
how many truly see?
I feel
the grasses grow
beneath my feet
I smell
the hint
of summer rain.
And how much
closer could I be,
to life and death
that here in these moments –
where dawn emerges,
a gentle womb of sustenance,
and dusk overshadows,
a bearer of sleep.
Were I to dream –
I would dream
of eternal spring,
but soon,
a coldness shall linger
and winter
will steal our hearts.
I worry not,
the consequences of breath
but celebrate my beauty
for I have been
made to sing
and gloriously,
my soul
is filled with song.

(c) Sumyanna 2018