Summer brings mixed zing,
clear skies and mundane sunsets
piercing sun rays sting.
how tropical heat oppresses
just ask the paddy planters
***
days become pythons
pernicious heat wave spirals
sweltering hours crawl
loneliness enshrouds snugly
unheard screams reverberate.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
My Kigo words are highlighted.
Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love
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My hazy window
blurred by mist of memories
and motley motifs
fails to inspire somber muse
even bird songs sound mournful.
***
fragrance of summer,
dusk in the garden beckons
I hear your whispers:
yonder is the light – go, go
we’ll meet at the horizon.
***
blazing summer sun
hammers on velvety grass
smoldering swiftly
Diablo hills look ashen
just like my afflicted heart.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
My Kigo words: bird songs, dusk in the garden, grass.
Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love
beyond
the summer moon,
carried by the south wind
lanterns carry my emotions
that hold
a thousand carved messages of love,
of spirited summers,
of our blissful
sojourns.
***
Masking
my intense pain
behind a shallow smile
I liberate lanterns of love
sharing
the fragrant breeze of last goodbye
in midsummer darkness
that declines to
dwindle.
***
I sob
cuckoo bird sings
the answers cascade down
miraculously, through young leaves.
summer
promises winds of positive change
will the fireflies dance?
didn’t they die?
with you.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
Form: Butterfly Cinquain – nine lines, titled form with the pattern – 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, 8, 6, 4, 2
The kigo words: summer moon, south wind, young leaves, midsummer darkness, fragrant breeze, fireflies.
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Morning chill clutches me
despite the sun’s golden glow
purple hues don’t melt.
seasons change, young leaves flutter
I still wait at the window
***
bleeding bit by bit
a cracked heart treasures moments
of joyous summer
that would never come again
smoky clouds echo my thoughts.
***
fragrant breeze billows
fallen petals prophesize
smothering summer.
a thousand poems won’t soothe
incisive ache of my heart.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
The kigo words: clouds, young leaves, fragrant breeze.
Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love
April full moon cheered
as we stepped out to revel
in the glory of
gossamer rays that lured us
sorrow shrouds the moonlight now.
***
Covered by dark clouds,
the moon seems joyless like me
A sacred kinship,
a unique childhood connect
of glum understanding.
***
April showers breathe
a new life into morning
the velvety wind,
the fragrance of azalea
and wisteria‘s wild waltz.
***
A walk in the woods
breathing damp and steamy air
Nostalgic moments
mingle in the maelstrom of
emotional engulfer.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
The kigo words I used have been highlighted.
Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love
Emotional Shadows 