Category: Poetry

Blissful #Love Double #Etheree

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Image by photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt,

Blissful Love

When
roses
coruscate,
the passion of
petals emit a
resplendent spark that shows
how ecstatic are whispers
of green love that blooms unawares,
a fairy tale that sounds authentic,
a journey to luminous lands of choice.
…

The fragrance fleets just like the petals drop
but austere love embraces each moment
it glistens and thrives in the hearts
complemented by new dreams
percolates into souls
just like vintage wine
swirls on our tongue
a sublime
touch of
bliss.
© Balroop Singh, 2023

This week’s challenge is photo prompt. Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write some syllabic poetry. I chose Etheree, which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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Beyond Time #Words Challenge

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“Random word poetry is something that Jane Dougherty started writing last year. I think this is a great way to find inspiration, so let’s try it,” says Colleen. She has generated a list of 100 random words. The idea is to read through the words, searching for a word that sparks your inspiration. If you want to join the fun, click here for the word list. Thank you for the inspiration Colleen.

Beyond Time

On the curving edge of time
Sneak moments, shimmering with light,
Gliding with ease, still alive,
Eloquent beyond words and I watch…

They keep coming back
To warm our hearts, to harmonize,
To illumine the truths we forget –
Waves of life keep tossing.

We pursue a walking mirror
That echoes eclectic charms
Birthday delights, innocent chatter
Games that governed our hours.

Sometimes I pretend to fall
Into the hourglass of time
Clocks stand still but I walk
To inhale the odor of an old oasis.
© Balroop Singh

***

in reflective mood
I climb the turrets of time
bizarre adventure
© Balroop Singh

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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The Lady of the Snows #Ekphrastic #Poetry

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Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

This week Colleen ‘s #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by the work of art. We have the freedom to write free verse but then write one syllabic poem too.

The Lady of the Snows

Each morning 
when eastern rim glows pink, 
the lady of snow spreads her mittened hands, 
cedes her power and walks across the river, flowing leisurely.

She tarries just a second
to shake off the snowflakes from her attire,
to gather the beams of morning sun,
to savor the silence of winter morn, 
to borrow beauty from mother nature.

Alone she walks with élan
across the bridge, beyond the era
Lilting with life.  
Taciturn by nature, 
with tranquil transition in her eyes, 
she breathes a message of giving, 
giving all that you gather.

© Balroop Singh

***

paragon of poise
image of Mother Nature
breathing buoyancy

© Balroop Singh

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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#Senryu #Poetry

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Anger – blind alley
an irresistible walk
for some bullish freaks

***

Bare teeth, bulging eyes
hurl hollow words of dissent
to intimidate

***

Whimsical horses
with stirrups of fervent ire
perilous morons

***

Do they care for you?
beware, they are pretenders
with capricious love

***
© Balroop Singh

Written for #TankaTuesday poetry challenge (specific form) Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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#TankaTuesday #Photoprompt – Heaven

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Picture by photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt

Photo prompts kick my muse even when she is cross with me! Such a beautiful picture of Mother Nature calms her down perfectly to write syllabic poetry.

Want to see heaven?
where morning clouds glow soft pink.
come to our backyard
snow fairies dance here with glee
we revel with them all day.

***

Cold can not touch us
that is the bliss of childhood!
giggles thaw the snow,
the thrill of togetherness
embraced by wild ecstasy.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and her friend Terri for the inspiration to create this double tanka.

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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