A former high school teacher and an educator, a passionate reader, a published poet and a writer, an ardent nature lover, I am also fond of good, soft music. Amazon link for my books: goo.gl/X1NEFf
I have to share Cathleen’s review as her in-depth, succinct analysis of her favorite poems has touched my heart. She begins with the title:
“Magical Whispers is a promising title, especially if you’re a fan of all things hobbit-y, like I am. And if you like poems and fantasy—for example, if you actually read the poems in The Hobbit and LoTR—then Ms. Singh does not disappoint.
First of all, just reading the table of contents is more interesting than is usually the case. It reads almost like a chain reaction of ideas, loosely associated yet meandering steadily to a desired destination…” Click for more
Today, I have the pleasure of featuring talented poet, Balroop Singh, as my Treasuring Poetry guest. Balroop has shared some lovely thoughts about poetry and her favourite poems. My review of her latest book, Magical Whispers, is included at the end of the post.
How can you have one poem as a favorite? They have been changing with my growing years. From Rumi to Rudyard Kipling to Maya Angelou, poetry has always evoked images of romanticism, realism and Sufism and I got carried away with those images depending on the phase of my life.
As a youngster, I liked ‘Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost. It acquainted me with the beautiful images and simple style of writing a poem, inspired me…
“Welcome home,” I hope your adventures are no longer alluring for you.
“Please don’t close that door,” she sprawled on the couch, hardly paying any attention to my smile.
A cold sweep almost knocked me over, and I closed the door.
“Do you want to asphyxiate me?” She leaped toward the French window to get out into the patio and collapsed on the loveseat.
Teenage tantrums don’t sway me. I buried myself into the murder mystery that was more interesting than her shenanigans.
“I know those thoughts! Don’t mess with me; consider me as your blessing. Don’t try to tie me to your strings.”
I looked up in awe, as she spouted:
I fly with butterflies Colors define my personality Lovebirds emulate me.
I swing on clouds My ochre robe blends with twilight I am ambrosial.
I dance on the waves Water cannot drench me My shimmer could dazzle.
My harp is captivating Its strings are tuned by Nature Its melodies manifold.
I sing with the stars My songs sooth those who care for The sick and deprived.
I can’t be shackled I dwell in the wondrous woods Warbling wistful tunes.
Pixaby images
I break free When you take me into dark alleys I soar beyond bickering.
I regale relationships But can’t get fettered to them Don’t squabble with me.
Your expectations Can’t carve the spectrum of my path I am ethereal.
“Enough of your bluster,” I could merely mumble those words when she whooshed out of the door with the reminder that chiseled poetry book that I had planned, needs my attention.
Many thanks to Diana for the inspiration, initiated by her muse. Click here for the rules and have fun with your muse.
Lately my muse takes pride in poetic conversations. Thank you for reading.
Emotional Shadows 