Poem: It’s Not For Us to Prove Our Value

This beautiful image was snapped at the Botanic Gardens in our city.  Something about her caught my eye… both at the gardens and now, as I was writing this poem.  I hope you see it too.  Her words… Her soul…  and my, she’s a beauty!     In the space Between interactions, The stilted moments…

Feeling Free, Being Me ( a poem)

  I’ll make no excuses For I breathe the way I breathe And I feel with utmost longing. It matters not, The way I hold my brush Nor the way I Paint my scene Were it that Everyone saw In black and white I shall dance beneath The neon lights Of summer’s spawning Unaware –…

You Never Lose Your Luster, a poem

If there is anything I could ever hope to tell you, it would be, “Don’t doubt your value.  Be certain of it.”  Sumyanna   You Never Lose Your Luster   Let love be whispers set adrift upon the wind. I see you I see you and you are not alone. Let not the chatter of…

Portraits Poetry Series #48: Dreams Could Not Live There

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…

Portraits Poetry Series #44: She Kept Sorrows Tucked Away

  She kept her sorrows Tucked away Tucked away Where no one else could see And she tried to fill her days Longing what she had lost But living and breathing Soaking in beauty Wherever they met And holding its memory close She kept her sorrows Tucked away Tucked away And some, they did not…

I am the Gift I Give Myself

I am the gift I give myself each and every day for though my days are long and hard there’s so much I want to say. I am the voice I hear inside that wipes away my tears I am the voice that warms my heart and takes away my fears. For many have come…

Always the Outsider

      I have felt it sometimes, In the still moments – The desire to peel back The edges of my history and rewrite the lines. There were times when it was all too much the lack of a gentle hand to touch there thrives within my skin the desire to go back again…

Daily Post Prompt: You Learn to Breathe Hope

    They see Your sullen expression Clasped hands That hold back Hold back The pain And they trace The moody lines Upon your face Define your disposition As glum. Always asking – Why you are never happy And they never see – But you breathe hope You breathe hope Beneath the desperation And you…

Woman, Stand Strong…

  Woman stand strong and hold your ground no need to primp or perfect your skin, for you know your own story. While many mistakenly look away – Know that she who holds beauty within her grasp – a smile and kindness are her kin. And the pain she held to bear the weight of…