poem – Page 13 – Emotional Shadows

#Tanka Prose – Specific Theme

Published on October 9, 2024October 9, 2024 by balroop singh40 Comments

The challenge this week is to write a syllabic poem about something that brought a big change in your life.

A Paradox

Each October strengthened our love for each other, a reminder that our souls were fused forever. Can there be a more haunting paradox – that the celebratory month of marital bliss converts into life-long mourning? When precious moments of togetherness are knocked off in the same month, when priceless memories get linked to a shocking reality, Almighty sounds ruthless.

This path is dead now
as you departed halfway
oh! in October
fate conspired to betray us.
irrevocable havoc!
© Balroop Singh

Sadje is the host for this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. Thank you for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

Thank you dear readers.

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#TankaTuesday #SyllabicPoetry – Tanka Puente

Published on October 1, 2024 by balroop singh42 Comments

The challenge of the week is to write a Tanka Puente with the theme of best and worst moments.

If you haven’t heard of the Puente form of poetry, do not worry. Puente simply means ‘bridge’ in Spanish. A Puente poem comprises of three stanzas with the first and third being separate thoughts but sharing an equal number of lines. The second stanza is the bridge stanza and is a single line enclosed in tildes (~) that acts as a bridge between the thoughts in the first stanza and the third stanza. You can use a quote for the bridge stanza which is something I like to do, but this is not obligatory.

Two Faces

Her healing touch calms
her magical glow enchants
her whispers warble
Mother Nature nurtures us
creates calming symphonies.

~“Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative.” – H.G. Wells

her wrath is deadly –
it reverberates for days
she can destroy us
the magnitude of her ire
is unimaginable.
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from the devastation caused by Helena. Thank you dear readers.

Thanks to Robbie, the host of Tanka Tuesday this week.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

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#TankaTuesday 24 Seasons #Poetry Challenge

Published on September 10, 2024 by balroop singh25 Comments

This Tanka prose is inspired from the year-long challenge of 24 seasons that ends this week.

Clamoring for Comfort

Oh! How painful is it to accept changes, to search for a new path when you feel lost and wander in an unknown wilderness? If little changes bring heartache, how do you accept mammoth changes that erase your existence; wipe away all hope? Shadows hover around you, clawing at the bleeding entrails. How do you steer a sinking boat out of turbulent seas of grief?

A seared soul clamors
to break free and cross over
autumn dusk beckons,
wall of fog inches forward
a turmoil within me whirls.
© Balroop Singh

Kigo phrases: autumn dusk, wall of fog.

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

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#Haibun 24 Seasons Syllabic #Poetry

Published on August 27, 2024August 28, 2024 by balroop singh36 Comments

A Pleasant Morning

I open my front door to be greeted by the marvels of Mother Nature. No more subtle, autumn shines through some leaves while myrtle trees compete with them in their own way. A pleasant morning is adorned by the mackerel clouds, promising a positive change. Sun peeps through them, refusing to surrender. After a smoldering summer, we heave a sigh of relief and look forward to night parties in the backyard to honor the change of season.

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry, using kigo phrases:

remaining heat dissipates, mackerel clouds, Milky Way.

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#Haibun – 24 Seasons… #Poetry

Published on August 20, 2024 by balroop singh53 Comments

Morning Walk

A windy morning, humming the song of autumn stretches its arms to kiss the dew on the grasses. Young trees waltz, but the old oak watches, blending his rhythms with the wind. The Myrtle tree sacrifices her pink and purple blossoms to the blustery gale. My favorite trees have already got the whiff of change. They wave at me with colorful branches. Chill rips through my spring jacket, licking at my skin, delving deeper into my bones.

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My kigo words are highlighted.

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