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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, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Poetry Prompt Writing, Thoughtful Poems, Word Prompt

cacoethes scribendi

writing

 

I have succumbed
and although words
do beg to speak,
I find solace
in their company
and pleasure
in my weakness.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

 

Word prompt: cacoethes scribendi

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: succumb

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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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The Heart of a Poet

Heart

 

Bury me
in the truths
of my pen
and lay me
down to rest
in fields of splendor
where wild flowers
rise to touch the sky
and the sunshine
never ends.
May I find shelter
beneath the sway
of weeping willow
arms outstretched
wide and elegant
whose subtle dance
shall settle
my weary heart
and I shall find peace
in the silence
of summer morn.
Yes, even in death,
the poet hopes
and dreams
although
reality – it seems
may never
taste as sweet
but it matters not,
where truth
resides
for beauty of heart
cannot be tamed
nor defined
with rigid hand –
the heart of a poet,
I hold in reverence.

©  Sumyanna 2015

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: bury

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

The Development of My Voice, a poem

Voice

 

When I first spoke,

no one taught me how to speak

no one took my lips and moved them

to the beat of rhythmic tongue.

Instead, I tasted the scent of sunflowers

leaning toward the sun

and laid beneath their shadows

while the breeze gently whispered

a lyrical tune.

Instead, I feasted on the moving clouds

spread across the horizon

and as the breeze gently whispered,

I swayed and they swayed

to the rhythm of their poetic tongues.

I listened to the music

of birds and butterflies

their beating wings a metered chant

they sang and I sang too

and this is where I learned to see

where I learned to develop the sound

the tongue

the song.

None may ever understand the lyrics

none may ever understand the reasons why

they may look on with pained expressions,

but I am not done

I am not done

until I force these words

out of my very soul –

it is the nourishment I seek

it is the solace that I cherish

and as a bird must continue its life in song

I shall continue to sing.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Gorgeous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

 

Posted in Narrative Poetry, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

Portraits Poetry #52: I Have Read Volumes

Portraits Series

I have read volumes
I have lived volumes
and I have many volumes
left to tell
for the lines have yet been written
and I hold the pen
I hold the pen
poised midair
ready to write
and what –
what will I write today
what tales shall I sew
and sometimes,
upon reflection
which tales
shall I replay
for life is a poem
waiting to be written
shall it rhyme
or slide along in free verse
will the words taste as sweet
once written
or shall they burn
way after the story is told
some days I just don’t know
my pen is raised
ready to write
and my only hope
is to make the poem my own.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

Needing to Speak & Needing to Hear

speak-2

 

 

Sometimes

We close our eyes

To the import of our words

For even though our souls require

Their forward

t

u

m

b

l

e

Their decent from madness

Onto the page,

We dare to speak

Because we must.

To remain silent

Is not within us

And we speak

And we write

And we breathe just the same,

Thinking that we alone

Are our own audience.

For the words are needed

As much for ourselves

As those who pass us by.

We reflect upon our thoughts

As they’re writ across the page

And it is there that we find meaning.

Adventurous souls –

We seek to scale the

Unknown peaks and valleys

Of who we are

Of what it means to be –

And maybe we will never know,

But we try

And we rarely realize

That others are listening

As intently as we are writing

The words upon the page.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

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Posted in Inspirational Poems, Nature Poems, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Word of the Day Poetry

Finding Meaning in Words: asomatous

word-cloud

 

Another prompt – this time another word I have never seen before.  From time to time I enjoy writing for the word of the day.  I would do it daily, but it is hard to predict the craziness of my days 🙂  This was written for yesterday’s word.

 

word1
Our words flow
From an asomatous source
Brought to life
By our varied senses.
With this, we sing –
We dress the skyline
And our words, clothed
Are as real as a hand
Brushing across one’s cheek.
We feel its heat
And its passionate intent
And our hearts sway
To the melodic chant
Of understanding.

© Sumyanna 2016

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

She Thinks Her Words Mean Nothing

 

Written for a dear friend…

 

nothing

 

Sometimes, as a writer – it can be hard to find faith in your words.  You put your very heart and soul upon the lines and you wonder, does any of this even matter?  Just know – you are not alone in your thinking, but also know that your words mean everything…

 

She thinks her words mean nothing
no hearts touched – she weeps
she does not understand
her words reach with gentle hand
where hearts filled with sorrow
find hope
where hearts trodden down
find promise
it is there that her words resonate
reverberate – the echo is still calling
and the words that started
as tiny ripples
get larger as they reach the other side
the water swells with meaning
and laps upon our shores
to be held
cherished
where she only sees ripples,
we feel the waves.

(c) Sumyanna 2015

 

Written for my dearest friend, Seema.