Category: Poetry

#TankaTuesday & #NewRelease #Poetry

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This week’s challenge invitation is to explore the world of collective animal nouns. Hop over to Colleen’s site for more details about this interesting challenge.

A host of sparrows
flit and flutter in delight
courtyard is mirthful
with benefactor’s birthday –
grandma smiles with affection
© Balroop Singh

I am delighted to share my new poetry book ‘Fusion’ with you. It is available for pre-order and will be released on August 11, 2023.

Pre-order link

Book Blurb:

Fusion is the elixir of life. We seek it in every aspect of the cosmos. The magic of fusion manifests itself in the colors of dawn and dusk, in the melodies of nature, in the singing of birds, in the miniscule moments of joy, inspiring us to live in harmony with each other despite the edges that threaten to swallow us. 

The poems in this collection are an amalgamation of harmonies and edges that bind us firmly. We have to wade into murky waters to measure the depth. We have to risk the heights to know our worth. Slippery snow makes us learn how to create footholds. Some songs of life dilute in the hourglass of time to erase the shadows – dark or light, all the colors play an equal role to create a fusion. 

I am looking forward to your help in promoting it. Thank you for your continued support.

A special thanks to Sally Cronin for making a grand announcement of ‘Fusion’ at her esteemed site.

Balroop Singh.

#Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge #Blason

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Wivenhoe Park, Essex, 1816: Artist – John Constable

Harmony

Mother nature’s beauty surpasses all;

dames fade into oblivion 

the moment she walks with elegant steps

and summons clouds to create harmony.

Her soft kisses soften the azure skies,

her visage acquires various contours,

her fragrance could fill our hearts with delight.

A maverick who changes her sounds but

breathes tranquility of togetherness.

Each new attire adds tone to her beauty

she creates her musical instruments

her harp is unique, her violin weird

Her melodies enamor all love birds. 

She’s the best when she flows with abandon.

© Balroop Singh 

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The day clouds descended
to plan unique harmony 
peace triumphed on earth
© Balroop Singh

Thank you Colleen for sharing such a descriptive painting, to inspire us to write syllabic poetry.

The Blason is a genre of poetry committed to the praise or blame of something through the use of a series of images that support the theme. Blason can be applied to any verse form such as the sonnet or blank verse. The Blason often takes the form of octosyllabic or decasyllabic verse that ends with an epigraphic conclusion.

Thanks to all poetry lovers. Stay tuned for my new poetry book – coming soon.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#Imayo – Specific form Challenge

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This week’s challenge is to write an Imayo poem. Your subject must be about a 🦃bird! 🐦‍⬛ It can be any type of bird. 

The Imayo is a literal poem, which does not include symbolism, allegory etc. I’ve tried to follow all the rules of this form, keeping all the symbols out though symbolism creeps into my poems, unawares. This Japanese form is comprised of four 12-syllable lines. Each line is divided into a 7-syllable and a 5-syllable section, with a hard pause (or caesura) in between. The pause will generally be represented by a comma, semi-colon, or similar punctuation.

Last week, I couldn’t participate in the challenge, as I was having a wonderful get together with my family at Asheville (NC) Also visited the famous landmarks like Mount Mitchell State Park and Pisgah Forest, as we drove on the picturesque Blue Ridge Parkway.

Crow

A crow is intelligent – sees hostile humans
recognizes human faces – knows the friendly ones 
heralder of good, bad news – paradoxical 
it may sound even absurd – is problem-solver
© Balroop Singh

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Crow sits at our roof to caw – unexpected guests
grandma knows why he is there – she prepares more food
I wonder how she discerns – the sounds that convey
whether he brings good tidings – or dismal messages
© Balroop Singh 

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Thank you Colleen for the inspiration to try new forms of syllabic poetry.

Thanks to all poetry lovers.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

A stunning vista of Blue Ridge Parkway

Celtic Tree Astrology #Poetry Challenge

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ELDER – THE SEEKER
November 25 – December 23

Elder types tend to be freedom-loving and sometimes appear to be a bit wild compared to the other Celtic tree astrology signs. In younger years, you may have lived life in the fast lane and as a “thrill seeker”. You are often misjudged as an outsider as you have a tendency to be withdrawn despite your extroverted nature. You tend to be very considerate of others and genuinely strive to be helpful. These acts of assistance are sometimes thwarted by your brutal honesty. Elder signs fit well with Alder and Holly signs.

Celtic Tree Astrology

Celtic tree astrology – a fascinating world of wonder,
Of inexplicable celestial powers,
Expansive than our understanding
Extends an illusionary control – 
Thrives on mere predictions 
But life itself is unpredictable.
Though clouds of skepticism hover
Yet human interpretations abound.
I am “The Elder”
Amazingly, many of my traits match!
© Balroop Singh

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She prefers Freedom,
loves to fly with the fairies
always the seeker,
a perpetual giver  
but misjudged for speaking truth
© Balroop Singh

🌳 This week’s challenge is to find out what type of tree you are based on Celtic Tree Astrology! Find your tree sign HERE. 🌳

🌳 Then write a syllabic poem that incorporates your tree into the syllabic poem. Please copy your tree information on your post, so we can see which tree you are. 💚

🌳 Remember, if you write a freestyle poem, please add a syllabic poem to go with it.

Thank you Colleen, for another innovative challenge. I enjoyed the fun!

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#TankaTuesday #Poetry

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Fears

The day fears gathered in hordes, the day their attack became vicious, she lay in the darkness of her attic, clouded by the unknown mist, too naive to understand the proximity of clawed hands, fastening on her pristine beauty. The keys bounced around her, drifting away with each effort. 

Petrified, she lay
melting in abyss of grief 
doors slam around her
any effort to unlatch –
a struggle she despises.
© Balroop Singh

Colleen’s poetry writing invitation for this week:

Write a syllabic poem of your choice using synonyms for the words: “Close & Open.” Please DO NOT use the words, synonyms only.

My synonyms are: Slam & Unlatch. Thank you for the inspiration Colleen.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope