Bliss of #Solitude

To walk
 with open arms and gather the gold.

To recline
on the green grass and dream.

To fly 
on the silvery clouds to touch the horizon.

To soak
in the glory of raw rain drops.

To sing
with the wondrous wind that frees my spirit.

To bounce
with the delicate daffodils. 

To bathe
in the moonlight of love.

To merge
in the ecstasy of twinkling stars.

To sleep
stress free and dream like a dilettante.

That is the bliss of solitude.

© Balroop Singh

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Bounce with the glory
of delicate daffodils
tender sprouts beckon
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. This week’s challenge is synonyms only – Spring & Green 

Spring: bounce

Green: tender/raw

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#TankaTuesday #PhotoPrompt #Poetry

Image by Terri Webster Schrandt

Coherent Colors

Colors condescend here and mingle with perfect ease. Green dives into blue to create a calm combination. Peach perches on rocky terrain. I rise with the mist to kiss the clouds.  A wondrous land beckons me far beyond the fragrance of fir trees. An empowering lift. A milky channel opens to welcome a weary soul.

An artist at work
unfurling serenity
breathing in colors
her easel is eclectic
divine power mentors her. 

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. This week’s challenge is photo prompt and I chose to write Tanka prose.

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Astute Artist #Ekphrastic #Poetry

Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Astute Artist

She knew her charm, she could entice within moments, she had slayed many with her looks yet this artist chose to paint the Lady of Conceited Charisma. Confident of softening her expressions, he devoted one hour everyday to sketch her portrait and left in a hurry, pretending loss of inspiration. The chagrin of the lady mounted with each passing day but the humility with which he bowed his head and promised to complete the commissioned work within a month touched her heart.

He chose lavender
that could soften the semblance 
she liked fiery red
he painted calm nuances
she yearned for a love embrace.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.

This week’s challenge is Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by a work of art. I chose tanka prose. There are two basic forms in classic tanka prose: Preface (explanation) and the Poem Tale (episodic narration.)

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The Lady of the Snows #Ekphrastic #Poetry

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

This week Colleen ‘s #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by the work of art. We have the freedom to write free verse but then write one syllabic poem too.

The Lady of the Snows

Each morning 
when eastern rim glows pink, 
the lady of snow spreads her mittened hands, 
cedes her power and walks across the river, flowing leisurely.

She tarries just a second
to shake off the snowflakes from her attire,
to gather the beams of morning sun,
to savor the silence of winter morn, 
to borrow beauty from mother nature.

Alone she walks with élan
across the bridge, beyond the era
Lilting with life.  
Taciturn by nature, 
with tranquil transition in her eyes, 
she breathes a message of giving, 
giving all that you gather.

© Balroop Singh

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paragon of poise
image of Mother Nature
breathing buoyancy

© Balroop Singh

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My New Friend…

New poem for new year?

“Forget it,” says my snooty muse – irate and imperious. “Go ahead with your fiction and the new friend you’ve found.”

“Why are you sulking?”

“NO! I feel stifled when you write descriptive paragraphs for your new friend.”

“Why can’t a poet write a novel?” I ask 

“You are no good at that! I know you are a person of few words. For years I’ve been your mentor and now you’ve abandoned me.”

“But this is a temporary phase. This story has been waiting to burst out. Let me finish it.”

“Really? I challenge you to finish it this year. I am sure you are going to get wedged in those dark corridors. Only I know how to pull you out.”

“Now that is poor encouragement, goldy.”

“I am familiar with your dismal progress. Each time I’ve to step in to show you the light that glows at the horizon.”

“I know I am incomplete without you. I promise to be with you each morning.”

“This is no truce. I’ll choose my own time. Right now I am in an adventurous mood.”

“You’ve come home after a month. Share your stories with me.” I try to ground her.

“Ha!”she rebuffs me and bounds out. “Don’t try to humor me. I know you too well.”

My new friend embraces me and we totter forward. Hope has been my dearest buddy.

© Balroop Singh

Thank you! I am looking for some beta readers for advice about my WIP. All kind of suggestions from accomplished fiction writers are welcome.