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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.

 

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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 Free Verse Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Uncategorized

Portraits Poetry Series #72: Counting Pennies

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.

 

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You could watch
Their forward lean in curiosity
As they stole a glance
Over the edge of the fountain
The sound of water
Trickling in the background
The soothing patter
The meandering gurgle
And eyes rapt
Their breath has slowed
And he softly murmurs,
“How many pennies
do you think
they’ve got down there?”
Eyes alight
With the thought of counting them
Pilling them high
And hearing them clink
Against the marble fountain
“Too many to be sure”
She answers.
People’s conversations
Muddle in the background
It’s a glorious flow
In and out
Of traipsing ideas
But the children notice nothing
Save the dazzling display
The rise of bubbles
The ripple of waves
Across a seeming sea of pennies.
Sunshine gleams across
Their copper backs
You can see the same
Shimmering light
In their blue eyed stare.
In a dreamlike state,
The children are counting
How many candies
Their treasure could be worth.

© Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Nature Poems, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

Portraits Poetry Series #68: Upon Our Chance Meeting

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.

 

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I remember that day
Working the fields
In the vineyard
I was alone
And the heat of the day
Set in
Too tired and lazy to walk,
I sat along the row
Shielded by grapes
Hanging on curling vines
And ate.
It was a peaceful lunch
And I was lost in my thoughts
Yet the not so subtle scent
Of bug spray
Still lingered.
I could hear
Flies buzzing
Bees humming
And the sound
Of a million crickets
Chirping.
I was alone
Or so I thought,
Until I saw him.
He seemed puzzled
Standing there
I could almost touch –
But I dared not
Could not –
I did not want
To spoil the moment
And the white-tailed deer
Just stood there
Frozen
As amazed as I
And just as uncertain.
Should I move?
Should I breathe?
Should I pretend that I don’t see?
I was all too scared
The moment would pass
Too quickly.
I sat, sandwich forgotten
The heat of the day
Beat upon my back
But little did I care
I just watched
And waited
And at last,
He turned
Effortlessly leaping
Through the field
And beyond my sight
Tail flicking behind him.
And somehow, though,
We have only passed
Each other once,
I still feel the beauty
Of his curious gaze.

© Sumyanna 2016

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

Portraits Poetry Series #67: Let It All Soak In

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.

 

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The girl leans steadily
Against her bicycle
Eyes upturned
Toward the crowd
Of seagulls
Flying
In curious droves
Overhead
Listening to their cries,
She smiles
And takes a deep breath
Of fresh ocean air.
Today
Is a good day
To be alive
She thinks
The wind gently tousling
The azure blue ribbons
In her hair
And she barely notices
The handfuls of
Golden bush poppy
That have fallen
From her hands
And now are strewn
On the sandy pier
Beneath her feet.
Sometimes –
The beauty of the moment
Just sweeps you
Off your feet
And nothing else matters –
Save holding still
And breathing it all in
For any minute,
It all could cease
And what is life –
Save building memories
Worthy of being kept.

© Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

Portraits Poetry Series #63: Lost at Sea

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.

 

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I have dreamt
of the kiss of moonlight
from morning
till the reach of day’s end
the shattered necklace of stars
that light my way home to you.
Let me step carefully,
in barefoot whisper
led by the light
of her beauty
let me trace
the memory of your smile
in her warm embrace.
Moonlight, I shall follow you
till the ends of the earth –
should I have to.
I shall trace his visage
through the silent pathways
of the endless shining stars.
But tread gently on my heart,
and may my trust in you
prove wise yet –
for I lost my way
at moonlight
long across a distant sea
and my heart does mourn
the man I cannot see.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

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

Portraits Poetry Series #60: Carry Me Home

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.

 

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I had been beached
Somewhere along the harbor
Many years ago
When the hustle and bustle
Of life in this town
Had just begun
Men shouted to one another
Across the docks
Carrying cargo
Others, carrying loads of fish
Fresh from the rising sea
Those were the times
When I was brightly painted
When I owned the joy
Of the men I carried
Across those mighty waves
The deck full with the day’s catch
And you could hear the merriment
In their boisterous song
One day, a storm had come
And when the waves receded
There was little left.
No more bustling docks
No more shouts of joy at the day’s catch
Only shuttered, crumbling houses
Rotting wood
The smell of decay and loss
And me
Left behind in shallow waters
With only my memories
To keep me company
I am still waiting
For them to carry me home.

© Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #51: The Miscarriage

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He huddled close to her in the cold

and she leaned against his chest.

The graying sky dimmed

and streetlights sprung to life,

but they did not notice.

Lights streamed from nearby shops,

they were only two shadows on a bench,

and they went unnoticed.

For them, it did not matter,

they were caught up in the moment

crying silent tears

that only each of them

would ever understand

and time seemed to stand still,

if only for a moment.

Quietly, she cried

and he held her close

he whispered words

of comfort in her ear,

but there was nothing he could say

to ease the pain,

still – he tried.

Even in his own sorrow,

he tried to comfort her –

he held her hand, he kissed her face

and he stayed strong, because she needed it.

You could see the sadness he carried

he held his tears, to let her own flow free,

but his face was one large canvas of pain.

They held each other close in the darkness,

the yellow glow of streetlights

the shadows of light from nearby shops

surrounded them in a beautiful glow,

but they recognized none of its beauty.

They sat and cried,

for the child that grew inside her

was never coming home.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #50: Rolling Hills of Flowering Beauty

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She raises the child to her hip
Baby’s feet gently sway
As she walks
Through fields of wildflowers
The scent intoxicates
Rolling hills of flowering beauty
Waves of pink, yellow and green
The soothing sway of the wind
Begs the heart to swoon
The woman and child
Are laughing
Taking in the sun
The mother,
Sun bonnet on her head
Gazes at the passing clouds
Skittering across the sky
The outlined grey smudges
Amidst puffs of white
And deep blue fields of sky
It is wondrous and healing
Where nature meets the heart
The soul’s whisper
And peaceful thoughts
Cannot help but linger here.
And the woman and child
Gently walk toward the horizon
The child clings lovingly
You can see her smile
In the way she holds her head
But you cannot see her face
And mother’s head is bowed
To trace her gentle steps
Graceful brush of skirt
Across the grasses
And she spies a beauty
One after another
A gasp, a sigh –
She is enthralled by the scene.
She holds their memories
Close to her heart
She breathes their scent
She paints their gentle sway
Within her dreams
She walks, and slowly –
She fades into the distance
But a footprint
Across the landscape now
But she has left her trace
In the smiles and laughter
Shared beneath the noonday sun
And she has taken a trace
Just the same.

© Sumyanna 2016