#Haibun #Poetry 24 Seasons…

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.

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Grief that Keeps Growing

My Sentinel

Old and slightly tilted,
this pine stands by my window
Nodding every morning
As if understanding and absorbing
My grief.

It moves its arms wider with the wind
Embracing the gusts
As if sending a mute message
Of acceptance; to subdue
My grief.

At twilight, it filters the best hues
And splashes them on the sky
to uplift my melancholy mood.
My constant companion that mitigates
My grief.

It beseeches the moon to pause
and shine brighter to lend a little light
to the sepulchral heart. 
My sentinel sings to detach me from
My grief.

Every night, It caresses 
the owl’s deep hooting sound
To convert it into a lullaby
before it touches my ears, to soothe
My grief.

Am I alive?

A bizarre question haunts me.
Seized by illusory figures
I am dragged away by deceptive dusk.

Eternal night suffocates me
Is this my destination?
The horrors of being alone –

Sans smiles, sans fragrance of my soul mate.
© Balroop Singh

Written in response to https://dversepoets.com

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#Shadorma 24 #Seasons…

Sweltering Heat

Blazing sun,
unrelenting heat 
festivals
of summer
don’t allure me any more
sunscreens are irksome.

***

we all wait
for the winds to change
sit indoors 
and enjoy  
soft peaches and nectarines
the only delight!

***

summer naps
lonely afternoons
my muse nudges 
to write more
poems about moonlit nights
supreme self-comfort!
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written a string of Shadorma. My Kigo words have been highlighted.

A Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. When writing a Shadorma, concentrate on a specific subject. Shadorma needs a title.

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#Summer #Sea Breeze 24 Seasons…

Sea Breeze

when
heat rouses
sea fairies,
they weave a web
of magic and come  
riding on the strings of
misty breeze that tranquilizes.
smoldering heat takes a back seat
summer transforms within a moment
that’s the perk of residing near the sea.

the cocoon of midsummer darkness cracks
wind whistles around the closed windows
bird songs can be heard each morning
even willows sway softly.
we walk by leisurely
landscapers enjoy 
cutting the grass
fragrance charms
the sea
nymphs.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I chose to write a double Etheree.

An Etheree is a type of poem 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. So it is called a double Etheree.

Kigo phrases: smoldering heat, midsummer darkness, cutting the grass.

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#Summer #Heat 24 Seasons…

Growing heat grounds us
a cloudless sky is sizzling
elusive sea breeze

~

The longest heat wave
uncontrollable wildfires
A blazing summer

~

The ducks swim calmly 
even the sun dives in
seeking some respite

No leaf is stirring
wind chimes are quiet today
blasé birds sit confused

~

A bizarre battle –
indignant Mother Nature
mankind is callous!
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My Kigo words: Growing heat, wind chimes.

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