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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, Inspirational Poems, Narrative Poetry, Nature Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Uncategorized

Portraits Poetry Series #69: When Finally Noticed

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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Stuck in a wasteland
Of rolling wave
Sand between my toes
Here,
Even the gulls are silent.
I can almost hear
The clouds slow crawl
The itch
The scratch
Of impermanence
The whole-hearted
Rushing in
And the sudden
Feeling of emptiness
As it all pulls away.
Shielding myself
From the
Peeking rays of sun,
I am swept away
By the shadows’ dance
Across the tide pools
The quivering,
Unrelenting
Surge of life
Momentarily trapped
Between wave and land
And I am here –
To witness it
To revel
In its beauty.
I wonder to myself,
Has it known sleep
Or has life always lived here
Beneath my feet
Moved and moving
The flow which I
Have barely noticed
In earlier days.
Has its beauty
Always remained unsung
Until this moment
When finally noticed?
Far away in the distance
A graying skyline
Chases
The last vestiges
Of blue sky,
Threatening rain
And I await the feeling
Of cool drops on my cheek
So gloriously felt
But also unnoticed
As a child has often
Desired
To feel the rain
Yet go about their day
Captivated by everything
To the point of fascination.

© 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 Inspirational Poems, Narrative Poetry, Nature Poems, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #59: Sometimes I See Myself

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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Sometimes I see myself
in the movement of trees
the long stretch
toward daylight
seeking the sun
seeking the warmth
of something beyond my dreams
and I reach – I reach
and I soak in the moment
I sway in the sun.
The breeze blows gently
I hear the shaking of leaves
and I can feel myself
glide upon the wind
I am free –
the sound is sweet
and lulls the heart
full of life and movement
I sway along
I sway along
I close my eyes
and see myself
in the gentle movement
of trees.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry

Portraits Poetry #53: Fox on the Prowl

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She
is the cunning one
the gaze
the stare
that bores a hole
though snow filled meadow.
Does she hear a sound?
Does she see a flash of movement?
Hold your breath
and hide,
don’t let the snow
crunch beneath your feet.
She is wise,
ears raised, she listens
her glaring eyes take in the scene.
She can see – she can hear
and soon, she shall sup
on the target of observation.

 

(c) 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