When a Dear Friend Touches Your Heart: She (a poem)

 

She

She
stands tall.
She wears
an unwavering smile,
for though sometimes
uncertain,
she is willing to
brave the unknown
for beauty lingers
beneath her breaths
and she cannot help
but notice your smile
all the encouragement needed
to unleash her kindness
her fragrant scent
of unabash’ed love
and acceptance
swirling among
the dusky earth
overpowering
the muted green scent
of painful growth
and forgetfulness.
Her dew shaped tears
of longing release
striving
in their beauty
to reach
new heights
to shelter
in the sun
to add
its sweetness
to each day’s beauty.
Her fragrant scent,
unrivaled
her lingering beauty,
unmatched
and you realize
as you step
through the meadow –
you shall never
be the same.

(c) Sumyanna 2018

Written for my dear friend Nadia who truly deserves finer words than these, but they are all I have.  May she know she leaves beauty wherever she treads and may she always have the courage to stay just the way she is.

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 darkness fall

upon your ears,

nor let the years

of torment

wring deep

within your bones.

You –

yes, you

were meant

for more than this.

Your birth

upon this earth

a blessing, to be told

no matter if

the words were spoken.

Some truths

need not be uttered

to be sincere.

And those,

upon whom the task

to grow and mold befell –

languished

in their ability

to see the beauty in you

but do you blame

the failure to see

on the view?

No matter

how worn

the jewels of yesteryear

have become,

they never lose

their luster

and the only lesson

that I have learned

is pity for those

who refused

to open their eyes.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Beautiful image courtesy of http://Pixabay.com

Reverse Nonet: Hope Sprouted Wings

 

Wrote another Reverse Nonet.  I really love this type of poems, but rarely get a chance to write them.  I am going to have to remember to write them more often…

 

Hope Sprouted Wings

 

I

have wings

she whispered,

come see me fly

watch the breeze take me

lift me higher than dreams

come away with me darling,

trust yourself and learn to believe

though I was helpless, hope sprouted wings.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Beyond gorgeous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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.

 

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