Tag: emotions

#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.

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#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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Grief that Keeps Growing

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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

Thank you!

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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#Summer 24 Seasons… Challenge #Etheree

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Summer Break

Cool 
breezy
summer break, 
sojourns we loved
to the foothills of
splendid Himalayas
that breathe a leisurely mood.
just sit and gaze at the snowcaps
of majestic mountains, far away
from the din of cities and scalding heat.

Memorable moments of renewal 
of love inadvertently buried
in the race of reaching the crest.
time to forget all the grudges
soak in blissful nature,
feel the summer vibes, 
hear the whisper
of pine trees
blend with 
clouds.
© Balroop Singh

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

Kigo words: summer mood

Inspired from the prompt: “There’s something about the summer that makes me moody…”

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.

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#SyllabicPoetry: 24 Seasons…

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First fun
of June summer:
juicy mango delight,
the favorite fruit of children.
orchards
receive little brats, seeking thrill
of gathering fresh fruit –
a gallant game
of friends.
© Balroop Singh

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Seeking 
fairy magic 
this summer, I linger
at our favorite patio
to watch
the resplendent strawberry moon
alone, like me, yet blithe,
showering love
and light.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry about seasons. I’ve written two Butterfly Cinquains. The Butterfly Cinquain is an unrhymed, nine-line syllabic poem with 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.

The Kigo words have been highlighted.

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