Category: syllabic poetry

#TankaTuesday 24 Seasons… #Poetry Challenge

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Dew Delight?

Dew doesn’t delight me now. Morning walks sound lusterless without you, yet I plod on the old, preferred path, knowing there can be no new beginnings. Cloudy skies, autumn hues and vermilion sunsets may brighten my day for a moment, but I live in the shadows. White drapes dance around me every morning. They fail to stir a comatose mourner.

Mourning never ends
change in seasons reinforce 
the grim reminder:
darkening days is your fate
loneliness – your only friend.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write Tanka Prose. My kigo words have been highlighted.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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#Haibun 24 Seasons Syllabic #Poetry

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A Pleasant Morning

I open my front door to be greeted by the marvels of Mother Nature. No more subtle, autumn shines through some leaves while myrtle trees compete with them in their own way. A pleasant morning is adorned by the mackerel clouds, promising a positive change. Sun peeps through them, refusing to surrender. After a smoldering summer, we heave a sigh of relief and look forward to night parties in the backyard to honor the change of season.

time to revel as
remaining heat dissipates
Milky Way beckons.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry, using kigo phrases:

remaining heat dissipates, mackerel clouds, Milky Way.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#Haibun – 24 Seasons… #Poetry

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Morning Walk

A windy morning, humming the song of autumn stretches its arms to kiss the dew on the grasses. Young trees waltz, but the old oak watches, blending his rhythms with the wind. The Myrtle tree sacrifices her pink and purple blossoms to the blustery gale. My favorite trees have already got the whiff of change. They wave at me with colorful branches. Chill rips through my spring jacket, licking at my skin, delving deeper into my bones.

Autumn chill cloaks me
the pleasure of walk weakens
I quicken my pace.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My kigo words are highlighted.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#Poetry – Theme prompt: 24 Seasons

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Yellow Gold

Finally, my muse pulled me out of self-imposed exile and took me far away into the large fields of sunflowers. Thousands of smiles greeted me, as I watched with glee, my heart woke up to embrace positivity floating in the air. Each yellow petal – a panacea for grieving hearts; a pertinent reminder of joy; a paragon of light that reignites the urge to live. 

childhood charm rebounds
petal games we loved to play –
innocent pleasure.
little knowing the value
of golden glow that’s divine.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

The challenge this week is to write Tanka or Tanka prose with the kigo word ‘Sunflower.’ 

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If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#Haibun #Poetry 24 Seasons…

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Autumn Ambles In

Waiting to dislodge the domain of summer, she dawdles on the sidewalk, watching the shenanigans of Mother Nature.  Supported by blazing sun, the dog days of summer linger but they match my yearning of breezy afternoons, of chaste colors lending exquisite grandeur to the new season.

watch morning glory,
as a new coolness vibrates
autumn ambles in.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My Kigo words: The dog days of summer, morning glory, a new coolness.

Image from Pixaby

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope