I Have a New Blog

I have been working hard this year on my writing, but I know I haven’t been as present as I need to be on my blog.  Sorry.  Life is a work in progress.  So, when I started out here – I was working mostly on children’s poetry.  Over time, I have developed to write in a completely different style and I also love focusing my energy on photography and sometimes (gasp) art when the need arises.

 

So, I started this blog specifically to share my children’s poems and then outgrew my image (at least in my own mind).  I still write children’s stories and poems, but I find that most people follow me for what I spend most of my time doing – the photography and adult poetry (do not read XXX into this, okay?) I did not know what specifically to call it 🙂  If that’s what you were looking for, you’ve definitely come to the wrong place…

 

Anyway – with growth comes change.  I have decided to move the works I currently have been working on to my new blog:

 

Sumyanna Writes 

 

If you have enjoyed what I share here, please feel free to join me there.  You will find what I have here, and lots more on that blog.  I intend to share both my photography and poetry.  I have been writing quite a lot this year, but have not had the opportunity to post them on my blog.  I am hoping this will change.  As life gets busier, it is nice to know I can keep everything in one place.  I truly would appreciate your support.

 

I am not intending to go completely away from this blog – but hope to use it to promote my writing for children more on this site.  I hope you don’t mind the changes or the dust as I try to fix things up.  I am completely dedicated to this blog but just have felt (more and more over time) that my focus was not the perfect fit for this blog.

 

Thank your for your kindness and support.  I hope to see you on the new blog.  Either way, I have truly enjoyed this journey with you and hope it may continue.  I am hoping to make this new blog (and this old one as well) sing more than it has in the past.

 

~ Sumyanna

 

 

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

Such Violence Must Be Stopped, A Poem

Such horrific crimes against humanity should stand as a lesson to us all.  Today, too many children are struggling through wars they did not start.  Too many children a finding death and destruction their greatest teachers in this world.  Let’s not repeat the same mistakes.  All of humanity must cry for every injustice, or what is the point in having a voice?

 

We are the survivors
and somehow, I can’t help
but feel guilty,
for others-
have suffered greatly
at the hands of men
in manners unfit
for anyone
and all for the crime
of identity.
No matter the color of skin
tribe, caste, or religion
someone is always
in command
and someone
is always underfoot
and all too often –
we hear not their struggle
or perhaps we don’t understand
the gravity of their situation
for had it been
our own kin
you would have heard
our thunderous cries
shake the earth beneath us
we would have fought for change
welts upon our backs
nothing left but skin and bones
our shame tattooed upon our skin
but you would have heard us cry
and cry – they have
over
and over
and over again
till the clouds threatened
to shower down rain
from the weight of all their tears
but still, we do not listen.
Here, mothers smile –
fathers smile –
children play in the streets –
and in other places
mothers lay dead in a pile of rubble
fathers are killed in the streets buying food
and shoeless children,
bellies distended in hunger
find their only entertainment
playing in a field of landmines.
Little are they aware the danger
for there is no one to tell them
but here,
mothers smile –
fathers smile –
children play in the streets –
Little are we aware the danger
for when young children grow
only knowing hatred and anger
death and loss
what will become of them
and how will it affect us?
By then, it will be too late to care.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Image courtesy of Morguefile (wintersixfour)

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

 

Image courtesy of Morguefile (pippalou)