mirth drenched moments
that could never lose luster
dainty daffodils
pour passion with the dew of
eternal togetherness.
***
moments cling to me
walls swallow echoes of past
spring whispers linger
ticking clock reminds me of
the time’s tyranny.
***
memories numb me
swallowed by the tide of time.
I study each wave
and step into the glum hours
to slide on the silky edges.
© Balroop Singh
Written in response to Willow’s challenge to write a Tanka with a memory and a season.
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Wonderful composition Balroop – the juxtaposition of spring’s renewal against spring’s ghosts is incredibly evocative. You’ve a wonderful eye for pairing natural imagery with sharp emotional truths 🙌
I am delighted to hear those lovely words of encouragement, Ange. Thank you so much.
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Wonderful Balroop.
Love the imagery !
Thank you Maggie.
Such lovely imagery, and your words flow beautifully, Balroop.
Thank you so much for sharing your lovely words, Eugi.
You’re welcome, Balroop.
Very nice composition and deep poem Balroop.
Thank you Kamal. 💛
This is a beautiful and very moving poem Balroop. Thanks for joining in.
Thank you Sadje. I am glad you like it.
You’re most welcome ❤️
Each moment is a gift- some reminders of what we loved- and some reminders of what we never should have done in the first place!
I am glad these tanks resonated with you, Violet. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Beautuful and very deep … beautifully composed 💜💜💜
Thank you Willow. 🥰
Love that last line – ‘on the slide of silky edges’. 🥰
Thank you Deb. 🤗
Always welcome Balroop 💓
Just wonderful… a great poem, Balroop 💛