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Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
All my original work on this site is in draft form and is not be reproduced without my permission
Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
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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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Beautiful, Sumana!
I am in a discussion group which only yesterday was considering the power of both words and silence.
xx
Beautiful… loved this one..
This poem is the most sad and most hopeful I have ever read! Those words would be beautiful, indeed, on resurrection.
and both are glorious in their own way just like your poem!
I feel the silence of words locked in grief. Love the image of them one day rising like a bird. I actually witnessed that once when a First Nations woman spread her arms like wings and circled, keening a song of sorrow that lifted to the ceiling straight from her soul. It stopped my breath.
Mournful yet hopeful. The possibility of silent words rising to be a blue-throated barbet one day is most comforting. Wonderful write, Sumana.
Your words of silence are lovely, Sumana. I especially like the lines:
‘they forever sit
on their haunches
in this dark space
of grief’.
To speak or not to speak -both situations, you described so eloquently.
Beutyful words Sumana. Grief is so loud, even when silent.
What a great poem of hope despite despair that resonates in the narrators voice.
Lovely! I like that one day, the words of grief will be changed to the song of a bird. Hope in this sad poem of grief.
This is a beautiful poem about a very difficult subject. Yet, you end it on a high note of hope, one we can all understand,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2018/02/14/together/
This is profound….loved this…how beautifully told!
Beautiful words, accompanied by lovely art! Thank you!
Beautiful. With the advent of spring, let the silence speak in the voice of the blue-throated-barbet… basanto bouri… 🙂
Blue throated barbet words are the only words I want to hear….:)
I absolutely love this. The concreteness it takes on in the end really closes the poem fantastically.
wow! very intense
Silence is golden, words are silvern. Which we choose depends so much on what is right for that moment, what we are feeling and what we need…
Lovely, Sumana!