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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, Inspirational Poems, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #75: Reflections

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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She stared sadly into the mirror
Counting the lines across her face
Trying to rub them free
She looked into her own eyes
And wished their color a deeper blue
Her lips more full
Her skin exuding a more youthful glow.
He watched her there,
Sitting in front of the mirror
He noticed her
And she captured his attention
But she just stared into her own reflection
And got lost in her thoughts of imperfection.
In her face, he saw generous beauty
He remembered
The beauty she carried
When he first met her
But he was also keenly aware
That her beauty grew.
In her eyes, he has witnessed oceans
He has traced the sight of clouds
In her view.
He has seen her cry, full hearted
Lamenting the loss of a stranger
He has seen her blue-eyed smile
Upon holding his first child
He has seen her love for him
Blossom, reflecting in her stare
He has known no finer lips than hers
To have brushed his unshaven face
To have kissed the head of the child he calls his own
And when she speaks – he notices
The trace of a smile
And sometimes, the nervous biting of her lips
When she is uncertain and afraid.
There is beauty there – and he holds hope in his heart
That he will be the only one to ever notice.
Yes, she has changed over the years
And the growth he sees in her own face,
He sees in his own,
But he finds her all the more beautiful
For he has loved her ever since the moment
He first witnessed her smile
And had he any choice,
He would have loved her long before.

© Sumyanna 2017

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

Portraits Poetry Series #73: Warmed By The Joy They Held in Their Hearts

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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They walked

Down the streets

Clamoring for silence,

It was a long journey home –

Across the city to their apartment house

But arm in arm, they walked

Reveling in the view.

Awe drew across their faces

As snow fell gently

And danced beneath

The flickering streetlights.

Everything, it seemed

Was wrapped in silence.

It was not –

That it was silent,

For cars blared in the distance

Taxis wailed on past

And they could hear

The hurried footsteps

Of shivering passengers

Rushing toward the underground subway.

Everyone sought solace from the cold,

But their shadows danced there

Kicking at snowfall

Throwing snowballs

And sticking out their tongues

To capture falling snow.

It is as if their disregarded youth

Had finally found them.

Yes, two sisters

Danced beneath

The falling snow

Their laughter ringing out

Until they reached

Their journey’s end,

Where matured faces

Found them soon again

And their seriousness returned.

The older sister struggled

And the younger one’s

Aged hands

Held tightly about her waist

As they mounted the stairs,

Calculating each step.

But beneath the doorway,

They paused – looking back

into the shadowy streets.

Later,

As they sipped tea,

They would swear they saw

A younger version

Of themselves

Playing beneath the streetlights

On a winter’s evening

Battling the cold,

Beneath layers of clothing

But warmed by the joy

They held in their hearts.

 

© 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, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #71: Resigned to Her Fate

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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Momentarily, she stood still
Carrying the silver serving tray
It hung near her waist
Perhaps, to hide the truth
For she held shame in her heart
And shame
Welled within her chest
Begging release –
But there was no such thing,
As release
For she had learned
To wear her shame well.
The servant girl’s head hung low
And she wondered
If there would ever be justice
Or if her heart
Would ever know peace
But thoughts
Were luxuries
She was not allowed.
Tears welled in her eyes
And as she took her leave
From clearing master’s table
Her eyes glanced sadly
Towards her growing belly
And wished her mother was near
To hold her
To console her
And yet she knew –
Her mother wore the same shame
By the same man
And her birth
Was the consequence.
And perhaps,
If she had the same strength
As her mother,
She too –
Would swing beneath
The hanging tree
For refusing this burden
But she had finally lost
Every ounce of fight left
Floundering in the reality
She is resigned to this fate
And so shall the child she carries.

© Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #70: The Absence of Relevance

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 young child
Drew her coat closer
To shield against the cold
Fingers numb and aching
She moved slowly
Through the boulevards
To stay warm.
The sky was grey then
And everything
Was covered in white
Dusted on rooftops
And piled on the sidewalks.
It slushed beneath her feet
Barely clad in shoes
Too small for her feet
And she shivered in the cold
But she was used to its chill.
No matter her situation,
She looked at the scene
With promise
Her eyes filled with wonder
Her heart filled with hope
This is true beauty
Her heart whispered
And she listened intently
She heard the children
Playing in the streets
Their voices singing out
In laughter
She heard the dull metal drag
Of shovels
Clearing the sidewalks
It was a story
Unfolding before her eyes
And one, while unknown to her
Filled her dreams –
The thought of belonging
Where you stand
And the promise
Of warmth near the fire
After enjoying the cold
The enjoyment
Of family and friends
The certainty
Of where you lay your head
This was what she hoped for
Not toys –
Not luxury –
But connection.
She held her coat
Close to her throat
In hopes to shield herself
From the cold –
Not from the airy wind
Or the new fallen snow
But the absence of relevance.

© Sumyanna 2016