Courtesy: A Dash Of Sunny


I am blessed with rest

except the slumber hours

beyond my control.

My every waking moment

is filled with Words

in various forms,

hues, attires.

I watch them intently

just as you watch

the ballerinas on stage


Not all are art forms.

The garrulous of them

squabbling in the grotto

of my brain

tell me my whereabouts.

I thank them

For holding the mirror

to see my inner countenance.

I care for them

even when they are dark

and thunderous;

For I know

there will be a torrential rain

to cool me down.

They are my playmates,

my songs, my love;

When you are with

someone you love

all your time is restful

and bliss.


Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights ~ On Popular Demand – Rest is the sweet sauce of Labor [6]


Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United


31 thoughts on “Rest

  1. Your words may be playmates but mine tease and hide from me then a big bully will insist on playing until I am no longer in control of what I write! Yours sound so good I will swap mine for yours! This poem gave me a great laugh Sumana, thank you!

  2. Oh my goodness ❤ this is such a gorgeous write, Sumana 😀 I never realized until now after reading your poem that rest can also be described as doing something we love 😀 Especially adore "My every waking moment is filled with Words in various forms,hues, attires." Beautifully penned.

    Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 😀

    Lots of love,

  3. What an intricate view of ‘rest,’ Sumana.I like the idea of caring for them, even the thunderous ones, because soon the rain will come to cool them down. Indeed I think of words as playmates too. They are great company & enrich one’s life!

  4. This made me feel that rest can sometimes come in doing things we enjoy – deep inside – ballerinas look effortless, smooth but in some ways it’s a contradiction to the work their body is undertaking..whereas peace and rest of mind seems to be a synchronicity of sorts..i can also empathise with the lack of rest in sleep…when we are not busy the things that make us restless all too easily return..

  5. Wow, Sumana! The last lines, ‘When you are with someone you love all your time is restful and bliss.’ precious and encouraging. A very fine piece, indeed.

  6. Quiet bodies sometimes have terribly active minds behind them! I had a bit of a chuckle at your description of more inelegant thoughts happening and keeping track of them anyway.

  7. Let you be filled words and more words and more words…for it brings bliss….
    “to see the inner countenance” … how true …how beautifully said!!

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