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Alone, Over Coffee

coffee

 

She sat alone
over coffee
as faceless voices
swirled around her
it is not – that the voices
had no face,
but that she had not yet
absorbed them,
she had not yet
taken them in.
She wanted to listen,
not so much to eavesdrop,
but to understand –
the smiling faces and laughter,
the woman whose eyes
mourned some great loss,
the man who sat alone
drinking coffee
reading the news
who glanced up
from time to time
cautiously.
Sometimes, she wished to
know their story,
perhaps to lend
a helping hand,
a shoulder to lean on.
She knew that sometimes
the world ached
and others needed
someone to understand
but it was not as if
she would ever be let in
this stranger, sitting alone
at a nearby table
often, people choose
to mourn alone.
Sometimes, she wished to
know their story
so she could understand
so thoughts could evolve
and stories could be bred.
She sat alone,
seemingly lonely,
but the stories filled her
with such companionship.

© Sumyanna 2018

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Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Nature Poems, Poems for Artists, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

Begging the Exhale, a poem

Exhale
Words
dance
in shatters,
they rattle
beneath the ribs
you can hear them
crying out
like forlorn,
seedless shells
dancing
against naked trees
in a windstorm.
They ache
to find
their voice
as they lay quivering,
trapped beneath
their soulless breath
awaiting expression,
begging the exhale
of birth.

(c) Sumyanna 2017

 

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Racing the Wind

Racing

 

 

I shall tie my hair up

in ribbons

wear long petticoats

and still race

with the wind,

for some things

are just not meant

to be held back

and no one is worthy

to hold the reins.

I shall write the words

I shall write the words

no matter the song

desiring to be sung

I shall write them

until my last breath

lingers

so that those

I have loved

will see that

I have lived

and my blood

shall still course

through my lines

even when I am gone.

I do not care

that I will not be

remembered by the masses

nor that my name

shall ever be

celebrated in the streets.

I want to touch,

to touch the souls

wavering in the darkness

like me,

uncertain

and sometimes

a little afraid –

to be.

Each word rising

from the depths

of my soul,

in gratitude.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: gratitude

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Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Nature Poems, Poems for Artists, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

I

I

 

I am the folded pages

of my own story

the whispered scent

of nothingness

that seeks

the permanent taste

of breath.

I am the petals

folded along the edges

of an undeveloped flower

seeking my tongue,

stretching my ways,

begging the warm touch

of summer sun.

I am the dialect

unburdened

by expression,

words forming

simultaneously

unhindered by over-thought

they beg not to speak,

but are spoken –

an unfurling of images

passages

and passageways

and forget not,

the silent passenger

that seeks the silence

and begs to be.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Poetry Prompt Writing, Thoughtful Poems, Word Prompt

cacoethes scribendi

writing

 

I have succumbed
and although words
do beg to speak,
I find solace
in their company
and pleasure
in my weakness.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

 

Word prompt: cacoethes scribendi

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: succumb

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Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

If Only My Words Were Enough, a poem

enough

 

I wish my words
could wash over you
like tender raindrops
You –
a dry parched land
outstretched in longing
for I know there is need
out there –
even more than I
may ever witness.
I wish my words
were enough
to calm the storm
to straighten the ways
that people speak
the ways
that people seek
to pile their riches high
their hearts, filled with dust
from years of neglect.

Were my words enough –
I would cry them out
voice shaking
eyes filled with tears
Were my words enough –
I would sing them
loud and clear
each vowel
each consonant
enunciated
for their significance
and I write
and I write
and as I write
I worry
that words
are never enough.

(c) Sumyanna 2017

 

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May You Never Lay Down Your Mighty Pen, a poem

mighty

 

We learned to write
Across our shattered souls
The pen – bold
Its healing balms kissed our lips
And our heart’s songs were sung
We were made whole
We had sewn our own wounds
And our souls slept in silence
There is nothing like the sound of your own voice
There is nothing like the sound of your own tears
And when you hear them, you heal.
Put down the pen?  Nay!
But raise it high to the heavens
And spill the contents of your beating heart
For nothing fans the flames of introspection
Like the lilted tongue of the poet
Or the flouncing rhyme of verse
May it heal you
May it make you whole
May you never lay down your mighty pen.
© Sumyanna 2016

 

Dear poet, dear writer, dear artist… may your pen never sleep.

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: mighty

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Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, On Writing, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thinking Out Loud, Thoughtful Poems

I Did Not Choose the Words, but the Words Chose Me (a poem)

Writer

 

I have come

undone

while words

loom about me

and dance upon the page.

The sages speak…

you have not said enough,

you have not sung your hymn

with familiar tune,

and your syntax belies

the depths of poetic countenance.

Why fail ye – poet?

What do you bother

to tread this path?

We can tell ye how to speak,

which rhythmic tone to lilt your lines,

and how to make your daily speech

much more complex.

Is it not enough

that I breathe in air?

That I slowly linger

as I exhale?

That I thoroughly enjoy

all the moments,

the pauses,

and the stillness

in between?

Poetry

is like the silent song

that is whispered

across your soul

It begs for you

to learn the words,

speak their cadence,

and whisper in honest echo

“I recognize the beauty that you speak”

for now, I speak them too.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

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