What I Don’t Know, a poem

  I don’t know when I shall take my last breath nor where I shall be at that very moment, but I do know that I shall hold dear the love that I have known the lengths that I have grown and the kindness that I have witnessed. It is a blessing to have seen…

Parched Tears, a poem

  I have sheltered under the desert winds laid my soul across the empty spaces and lost myself in the moonlight. There is a sorrow laid within my depths that knows not the fuel nor gentle cure and parched tears squeeze between emaciated cracks, yet fall silent upon barren lands. It is enough to carry…

Because I Don’t Have a Photographic Memory (Part #28)

We are finally on break.  It is so nice to not have to do anything.  Well, as much as a mom of four does not have to do anything 😉  Today I am sitting contentedly at my computer, looking through some old photos.  Yesterday I relaxed and wrote a few poems (and I have not…

Uncertain Beauty, a poem

She pulled the covers over herself gently – it was time to wake. She trembled at the thought for a moment. Who knew what steps lay ahead? Who knew if she was strong enough? Gentle fingertips, that once held herself together, were slowly pried away. It was an unveiling of sorts, mixed in with equal…

Because I Don’t Have a Photographic Memory (Part #27)

We went up to the mountains yesterday and I captured some beautiful images.  The sky was a brilliant blue and gorgeous clouds swept across the sky.  We even found some flowers blooming and tree buds starting to appear.  In one location, we found a dogwood tree with lovely flowers.  Oh, my heart skipped a beat!…

Grasshoppers, Butterflies and Flowers, Oh My! (post #1)

The weather is beautiful today and we are intending to go out for a nice long walk in nature.  I am counting the minutes, but right now I am waiting for someone to get their chores done so I have a few minutes to visit with you 🙂  If you have been following me a…

Waiting for Death, a poem

Do you know It’s been years Since I’ve seen it And still it haunts me The image of a child Clinging to the earth No energy left And barely any life Skin tight against the bones And no one No one – in sight Save a vulture Waiting for her to die And then the…

Poison Ivy Tongue, a poem

  Your words ensnarl like poison ivy I feel the itch, bone deep. Someday I shall feel the pangs of arthritic remembrance, for although you’ll be gone, your words remain.   (c) Sumyanna 2017   Written for the prompt: poison ivy Wonderful image courtesy of Pixabay.com  

Finding the Unexpected (Post #8)

  Another day with grey skies reaching.  I do hope the weather is beautiful where you are.  It actually isn’t that bad here.  We start out with grey skies and slowly the blue hovering just over the horizon overtakes them.  It’s not the bright, brilliant blue during springtime, but I am glad they are here…

I Remember Big Wheel Mornings

I remember big wheel mornings I’d wear a turtleneck with overalls unlaced shoes and I’d race down the street chasing the shadows gently cast by the sun. I can still smell the scent of trees their leaves looming over the concrete pathways. I would hold my head back and sing with joy perhaps even, squeal…

What Do We Write Upon the Soul of Others? a poem

Do you bother to ask yourself what you write upon the soul of others, or is it just another day at the office another moment quickly spent never counted never meant and we walk our days, precariously bent. How many wasted moments can we capture? Do we even bother to lament the silent traces we…