#Etheree #Poetry Challenge – 336

A Mute Beauty

Peace
hovers
around her
a mute beauty,
a sculpture that stares 
expressionless, voiceless. 
her mind is a clean slate now
she can’t hear you, her eyes follow
imploring you to understand pain 
that lies within her, waiting for Yama.
***
Ardently, this young girl observes grandma,
with spark in her eyes, she holds her hand, 
kisses her shriveled cheek gently,
speaks in an endearing tone
that elicits a smile –
a silent message:
love needs no words –
a bond that
follows
you.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week’s challenge is “Synonyms Only.” The words are: QUIET and SEEK.

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.

This week, my gratitude goes to Jacquie Biggar, Gwen Plano and Luanne Castle for their lovely reviews of Fusion – my latest release.

#Ekphrastic Challenge #Poetry

The Wait

Adrift, 
alone, I pine,
everyday I look out, 
separated by a window
waiting.

just for
one glance, one chance
to prove my commitment, 
to pass the test of my patience,
my love.

will she 
turn her face once?
will I hold on for life ?
even the flowers at the ledge
wither.

true love
blossoms swiftly
can it change with seasons?
skepticism has no solution
I’m stuck.

this room
is my prison
this pact – my albatross
now I regret my decision
gravely.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Rebecca Budd ~ ChasingArt.com, for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Crown Cinquain.

Crown Cinquain is a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. This poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.

I would like to express my profound gratitude to Denise, Diana, Mae Clair, Sandra Cox, Vera Day, Robbie Cheadle and Patricia for wonderful reviews of my latest poetry book, Fusion, which was released this month.

#TankaTuesday #Poetry

Fears

The day fears gathered in hordes, the day their attack became vicious, she lay in the darkness of her attic, clouded by the unknown mist, too naive to understand the proximity of clawed hands, fastening on her pristine beauty. The keys bounced around her, drifting away with each effort. 

Petrified, she lay
melting in abyss of grief 
doors slam around her
any effort to unlatch
a struggle she despises.
© Balroop Singh

Colleen’s poetry writing invitation for this week:

Write a syllabic poem of your choice using synonyms for the words: “Close & Open.” Please DO NOT use the words, synonyms only.

My synonyms are: Slam & Unlatch. Thank you for the inspiration Colleen.

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The Thunderbird – A legend

This week’s poetry challenge is extremely interesting. Though it is a photo prompt but I must confess that I didn’t know anything about this picture. Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to learn more while writing poetry.

The challenge is to write a syllabic poem using the photo for inspiration. “Delve deeper into the mythology behind the image,” says Colleen.

I chose to write a string of haiku.

a cultural pride 
engraved on my mystic wings
an ancient grandeur

***

stories of clans ooze
out of my cedar carvings
blessed by natives

***

my wings hold power
producing thunderous sound 
remnants of chagrin

***

I sound like thunder
when my powerful wings flap 
lightning eyes shoot ire

***

fearsome to behold
I ward off evil spirits 
but I seek heavens

© Balroop Singh

Thank you poetry lovers!

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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My Spirit Animal

This week’s challenge is to find your Spirit Animal by taking the quiz. Then, write a syllabic poem about this animal. What fun! This was such an innovative challenge! Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to take the quiz. My spirit animal resonates with me. 😊

Spirit Animal Quiz result: You‘re The Tiger

I am not a Trophy

An epitome 
of beauty and elegance
can you match the ache
of adventure in my blood?
gifted princely gait
that is envied by my peers
fascinated men 
who came in hordes to conquer
my natural habitat

***

The cowards cowered
behind their whims and weapons
to rob my attire
and wear it as a trophy
or adorn their walls
with my magnificent coat
compassion of some,
alert animal lovers 
granted me the right to live.
© Balroop Singh

I chose to write a double Chōka. It is a nine-line poem with 5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-7 syllable count.

Thank you poetry lovers!

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