My little poem
Tattooed with stars,
Sits in the corner,
Cooped up, weary
Among wreckages
Of her dream-
She looks at me-
She has a halo of lemon yellow-
Words hang all over the place-
I am tidying up every syllable,
Though I’ll throw some away
Into the darkness outside-
I am waiting
To see her dance
In the end-
Posted for The Sunday Muse for muse # 15
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Shared with Poetry Pantry #415 @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Really, we never know what the poem might turn out. We might start it with an aspect relevant to us at that time point, but at the end it might turns out to be completely different.
Oh my gosh, I LOVE this poem!!!
I love how you gave the room and it’s contents from things to person a voice….a part of poetry and what makes it. This is such a beautiful interpretation of the image Sumana! I love it!! Thank you for joining us over at The Sunday Muse! 🙂
Eventually the words will all come together and WILL dance. That is the way of poetry, it seems.
What vintage jellies said! And I particularly love ‘Tattooed with stars’. What a treat to see her dance – but it’s OK for her just to lie there and look beautiful, too. 🙂
I love everything about this poem. I love “tattooed with stars” and, especially, that she dances in the end. Beautifully done, my friend.
kaykuala
I am waiting
To see her dance
In the end-
As long as it gets attention by and by, Sumana, it will turn out to be a good one. Persistence works.
Hank
Oh, the wreckages of a little poem are often understated — they are rooted in so much and so much goes into tidying things up and expressing in ways that are more concentrated and kind. But we all wait for that last dance.
Such an interesting verse; really enjoyed this personification.
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I love the marriage between image and word – a wonderful little poem and a big, big picture
Ohh this is gorgeously written! ❤ Part of what makes a good poem is to let those syllables lie and look beautiful as we play around with ideas and imagery 😊
There is a such a sweetness to this piece that is enchanting. I think many poets can relate to the feelings expressed. Very clever way to go with the picture.
How we all must go through this with our babies (poems) as their birth is sometimes so painful. What a joy it is to find they grow up to be quite well accepted members of our world!
“Waiting to see her dance in the end” those words sound so maternal and loving on this sunday morning for me. beautiful.
luv the waiting line of hope. Happy Sunday Sumana
much love…
yes Yes YES! No where more so than here!
“Words hang all over the place-
I am tidying up every syllable,
Though I’ll throw some away”
you excelled with this poem Sumana
Yes, it is fun to see poems dance!!
lovely, Sumana!
we all like to tidy up our poems. 🙂
And she dances stunningly, her starts shining from line to line, our eyes feasting in the glow…
This poem makes me happy–the idea of coaxing a poem right into being its proper self with care…it’s just all kinds of good 🙂
A poem personified and tattooed with stars! I love the lines:,
‘She has a halo of lemon yellow-
Words hang all over the place-
I am tidying up every syllable’.
Wonderful personification in this that cascades to a sublime close wrapped in exuberant sparkles.
Yes she will dance in the end.
Love this! And dance, she shall 😊