grief – Page 3 – Emotional Shadows

#Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge – 24 Seasons…

Published on April 16, 2024April 17, 2024 by balroop singh45 Comments

My Window

A
serene
spring morning,
a fragrant path
flanked by rose bushes –
a poignant reminder
of delightful days we loved!
Ensnared by emotional bars,
bigger than parameters of grief,
I watch from my window, for your presence.

The chill of your absence seeped through my bones
but breeze of yearning wafts around me
I wait for the magic of hope
dappled light and shade rips me
shadows subdue spirit
positivity
lies in shambles –
a challenge
beyond
me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I chose to write a double etheree. The kigo words I used have been highlighted.

Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love

Morbid Moments & Spring Whispers…

Published on March 5, 2024 by balroop singh63 Comments

I have returned but am still struggling to accept the misfortune that befell me, still unable to forget the shocking moments – when the most loved and respected person in my life was suddenly snatched away from me. As if that was not enough, I lost my mom too and had to rush to India to be with my siblings. Dumbstruck, we hugged each other, mourning the double loss.

a meandering mind
no inspiration to write
I drift with moments

such morbid moments
that question the unperceived
but no one answers!

choked beyond spirit
I wander in search of muse
delusions abound.

Held hostage by a wintery heart, I am trying to ignite the embers of life by welcoming spring. In this part of California, the trees have blossomed and daffodils and tulips can be seen all around though some clouds still linger at the horizon. Thanks to Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, I could barely manage a Butterfly Cinquain.

Spring Whispers

March winds
knock at the door
shake me out of slumber
spring returns with a song of hope,
perks up –
murmuring melodies of faith
igniting self-belief –
admire the sun
sans you.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you dear readers for your love and support.

Yearnings…

Published on January 30, 2024 by balroop singh47 Comments

Ready for imbolc
a sole daffodil stands tall
braving the winter
the message reaches my heart
I wallow in self-pity
berated by the sunrise.

***

yellow buds shimmer,
hope glints at the horizon
yet shrieks are alive
the depth of winter deepens,
the throttle of night tightens
constricting my blood vessels.

***

far away from you,
winter sparrow is yearning
to fly on impulse –
an unknown destination,
the so-called heaven awaits
in the realms of fantasy.
© Balroop Singh

The challenge this week is to compose a series of Bussokusekika, (syllable count: 5-7-5-7-7-7.) which is an ancient form of waka (tanka). Also use one kigo phrase in each of your three poems. Kigo phrases for the northern hemisphere are:

Imbolc or groundhog day (your choice) – 2 or 3 syllables
Depth of winter – 4 syllables
Winter sparrow – 4 syllables

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration and instructions to write syllable poetry.

Winter Woes

Published on January 24, 2024 by balroop singh64 Comments

chilly winds incise
frozen like an icicle
I sit, sedated.
dark clouds hover like eagles
cold snowstorms pierce through my heart

***

each morning ambles
wearing wintery blanket
yearning for some light
bare branches share the secrets
I try to bury within

***

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My kigo words this week: icicles, bare branches, cold snowstorms.

#Snowstorm

Published on January 10, 2024January 10, 2024 by balroop singh45 Comments

Snowstorm

An endless walk into snowy sadness – the serene landscape of winter, breathing bubbles of loneliness that threatens to last forever. I gape at the beauty, wrapped in a deceitful cloak of hope that is phony. Frozen tears sheathe my vision; I can’t see beyond winter snow. Burying my face in the scarf, I wander in this desolation, shivering.

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge is to compose a haibun, with at least one haiku, using a Kigo word.

Kigo words that I chose for this challenge: cold clouds.