My Thoughts are with a Summer’s Day

My thoughts are with
A summer’s day
Where sunlight
Barely peeks across the sky
In silence
She spreads
Her wings to fly
Across horizon
Down the vale
And lights its path
Upon fields of white daisy
They raise their weary heads
Shake off sleep
And reach
For the warmth
Of summer sun
The day has just begun.

She spreads her wings to fly
Across the mountain peaks
Where aspens sleep
Pale white soldiers
Stand at attention
And their slender limbs
Reach for her beauty
They seek
The  summer sun
The day has just begun.

She spreads her wings to fly
And streaks of sunlight
Fall through parted curtain
House cat smiles within
Circles, then turns
To plop –
In sun’s embrace
And sleeps a gentle sleep
Dreams of chasing mice
Internal motor running
And the day has just begun
Beneath the summer sun.

© Sumyanna 2016

Some Day All Our Doing Will Be Undone, A Poem

I have to apologize
for those who may not know
but passion courses through my veins
and despite my genteel smile
I would be willing
to die with the best of them
so yes, my words rage –
no less than the fires in my heart
for it matters not,
that we are not one and the same
nor that distance may keep us apart
WE ARE ONE
WE ARE ONE
WE ARE ONE
and nothing – will ever stop
the words that I speak
for nothing shall prove me wrong
these truths emblazoned on my heart
and they were woven since time began
nothing can separate this beautiful tapestry of life
save the indifference of my fellow man.
NO MATTER that they look away
NO MATTER all the words they say
NO MATTER all the hate they breed
for this world – truly has no need
for any more words of hate and greed
Just know our history speaks truths
that you will never understand
from the very moment woman and man
first dwelled upon the land
and all the moments in between
truth has struggled, never timid
and though some may say
they speak the truth
just know real truth speaks not meekly
some day it shall find you the fool
and when all is said and done
one day sleep shall find us
and all our doing will be undone.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Not a Racist, A Poem

Go ahead –
find comfort in drawing
lines across the sand
this is yours
and this is mine
and you are yours
and I am mine
and this is the way
it has to be
because I refuse to
feel community
no, I find comfort
in pushing away
everything that is different
that speaks in foreign tongue
so I push
and I push
and I push
and I squeeze deeper
into my own kingdom
assured that I am king
and no, you are not alone
there’s many more
that crawl in the weeds
waiting to strangle
the life from earth’s garden
and there’s more hate in this world
to fill the oceans and seas
but know, dear sir and madam
that we’ve not given up yet
and we still stand united
for while you are busy
drawing lines in the sand
we hold strong together
holding each other’s hand.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

 

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The Color of My Soul

You breathe in whispers
and the scent of your skin
is out of reach
but your smile begs the question
what are you made of?
the posthumous question
for your soul invites
let me in
but you waken in the shadows
upon your chest, your hands are held
too afraid
too afraid
to let anyone in
and you saunter quietly
while no one is the wiser
hidden in the boxes
of your own construction
yet, listen – can you hear it?
the sound of your voice calling
it whispers so no one else can hear
deep inside you know the answer
you have a voice
you have a voice
and yes, you must be heard
speak and the world will fall silent
hands raised to mouths in surprise
for no one yet knows
the color of your soul.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

She, A Poem

She loved to walk just after the rain
and though sometimes,
life can be filled with pain –
like the rain,
it washes away in time.
She smiled when she saw sunsets
and though some days
seemed long and dark
she knew that soon again
the sun shall rise and fall
with all its beauty
so she shall not complain
but spend her days
reaching for the rays of rising sun
bask in the warmth of its glory
and heal the wounds
that once betrayed
her believing face
and her evenings, she spends
dancing in the dazzling display
of sun’s final curtsy
muted pinks and violet
rush across the sky
out of artist’s reach
though they must try
And then, the final curtain closes
night sky comes to life
a dazzling display
a serenade of light
beauty – way beyond
her understanding
but just enough shared
to inspire dreams.

© Sumyanna 2016