Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
A word is worth a thousand pictures
Tagore Songs in Translation
I like birds
Wet Ink - Don't Smudge
Scribbling Spiritual Sand...
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
~ Poetry and Rhyme by Sumyanna -
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Fantastic.. the sunshine seems to be winning this round at least!
I think the inner child always knows best (says Alice) – i think your poem also conveys that to rejoice in our inner child does not necessarily mean that we are childish – perhaps it’s about rejoicing in the small wonders the world offers up
God gets there before we do and finds a way to open the door. Sunshine, birds, even wallowing in the deep is part of it. Oh, we relent, we arrive. This is the most amazing poem! I am sitting here enjoying how you reveal this truth.
My monsoon heart
brews thick dark clouds
The stubborn child with its wand
makes a black headed oriole
out of that inky billowing mass.
Such a passionate poem, Sumana ❤
Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
A child’s laments can move mountains what when Providence lent a hand! Rightly so Sumana!
Hank
“It’s not breeze; His breath;
each leaf rises in joy with The Touch” …..such profound and beautiful lines 🙂
Wow, Sumana, this poem lifts my heart right into the sky. Such beautiful writing. My new favourite of yours.
Sumana, this has to be my favorite of yours. It’s so full of wonderful, beautiful thoughts. But we do have that brilliant inner child reminding us about the Breath. Relent, Sumana, relent.
(I wish you love, healing and peace.)
For me the sun always wake the child in me… yes indeed… wonderful
This is a wonderful perspective on the prompt. Thanks for sharing it.
A child has a clarity of vision that adults fail to comprehend. O to be a child again. This is so beautifully written Sumana.
nature stills the heart doesnt it? I think we also gain perspective when we gather our thoughts rather than rush off to do something.
The oriole is a beauty.
This is lovely!
This is beautiful!