he waits
for his sunbath
in his precious window
the golden glow peeks through the clouds
calmly
***
crisp air,
eerie silence,
frozen wind sleeps on trees
chill whispers through the window chinks
he watches
***
© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write American Cinquain.
Thanks to Sadje for the photo prompt #WDYS –363
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This week’s TankaTuesday challenge is quite inspiring as Melissa has introduced us to Pi-ku, a new poetic form. I was not familiar with it and therefore, it was fun to learn it.
A Pi-Ku is a short, three-line-poem that mimics the structure of a traditional haiku but uses a 3-1-4 syllabic format.
clouds descend
kiss
earth’s elixir
***
celestial
blue
embraces their mist
***
meandering
stream
calms the aura
***
harmony
hinges
on their fusing
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Melissa and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside
When dawn touches dewdrops
with her soft hues,
They try to hold hands,
To catch the silvery light
And make a dream flight
Just like the morning birds
Soaring together,
Rising to greet the pink hues
Of the sky
Murmuring the meaning
Of togetherness.
Paths of life are not straight
Flying away sounds magical
But dreams drown the boundaries.
They stand in a skeptical mood
Looking at the choices, thinking,
Is it worth it?
Who knows the dead end?
Should fears waver us?
Life flows
So do they.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #355
Thank you.
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The door that locked me in,
The door that became my canvas,
Ignited my creativity,
Stirred my numb mind,
I’m glad I sat behind this door.
The door that barred my way,
The door that nurtured my mirages,
Peeping outside was a sin.
It taught me to look within.
I’m glad I lived within.
The door that kept beckoning,
The door that argued assertively,
Chasing a false future is futile.
Clinging to past imperfections, pallid.
I’m glad it taught me!
The door that I shunned willingly,
The door that I kept closed
To emerge saner, subtle minded.
Positive vibes carried me far.
I’m glad it nurtured me!
The door that sparked curiosity,
The door that I broke open,
Delusions died with the door.
Realism was stark and stormy.
I’m glad I could break free!
Away from dark corridors of the mind,
Abandoning all fears behind that door.
I move into the realms of my choice,
Into the world of love and peace.
I look forward to the new world!
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS 353
Thank you.
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A yellow warbler –
messenger of happiness
heralds spring season
wears colorful coat,
sings songs of eternal hope
in bright, high-pitched tone
a cute visitor
sings: ‘sweet sweet sweet…I’m so sweet’
the voice of the wild
charms the birdwatchers,
prefers shrubby areas
nocturnal migrant.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for the pictorial inspiration #WDYS – 345.
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