poem – Page 28 – Emotional Shadows

#TankaTuesday #Poetry

Published on May 16, 2023May 16, 2023 by balroop singh53 Comments

The challenge this week is synonyms only. We have to select synonyms for: WORK and PLAY.

a chore warms my heart
when I look at a new mom
yearning for more sleep
a memory that reminds –
newborns arrive with no fun.

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what a chore it was
to jump out of bed, to soothe
a crying baby
what fun to wake up new dad!
the mother in me laughs now.

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pride shines in her eyes
when her baby walks a step
all chores abandoned
to watch and clap in delight
an awesome moment of fun.

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mom’s job never ends
an emotional anchor,
a supreme teacher,
unconditional lover
fun-creator bastion.

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tigress who protects,
takes pride in giving them wings,
lets them fly for fun
never forgets to spell out
chores that are imperative.

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I seem to have a Mother’s Day hangover! 😀

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I have written a string of tanka.

Thank you poetry lovers!

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The Last Kiss #DoubleEnnead

Published on May 9, 2023May 9, 2023 by balroop singh55 Comments

The Last Kiss

The sun tarries and winks
just for the last kiss
purple beauty bows to breathe the orange glow
love blooms with the promise
of meeting each spring

days of love get warmer,
beams of love sharper
but basking in the glory, she stands sturdy
as the petals wither.
love is just like that!

halcyon moments halt
seasons don’t matter
eons of love stories spill out of his den
as he chases the wind
and entices the rain.
© Balroop Singh

This week’s challenge is a photo prompt. Thanks to Colleen and Terri for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Double Ennead for the first time. A Double Ennead is a 99 syllable form, comprising three stanzas of syllables (6, 5, 11, 6, 5).

Thank you!

The Expected One

Published on May 2, 2023 by balroop singh50 Comments

Jim has been waiting
the expected one arrives
tears sheath her vision,
as the holy urn she holds
contains ashes of her mom.

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the rocky terrain,
a lonely lane of life glows
with expectations
when her lover walks with her
to assuage her grieving nerves.

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the urn gets heavy
woeful, she sits at the edge
her tears trickle down,
merge in the flowing water
as she immerses ashes.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with Hues Of Hope

#Poetry Challenge – New Form

Published on April 19, 2023April 20, 2023 by balroop singh58 Comments

The challenge this week is to create a new form with 65 syllables or a combination of words that amount to 65, in celebration of Colleen’s 65th birthday. Happy birthday Colleen.

I created a form that I will call ‘Nativitas,’ a poem of 9 lines with 65 syllables (7-8-7-8-7-7-7-7-7) ‘Nativitas’ is a Latin word for ‘birth.’ I have created double Nativitas with the same theme.

Precious Moments

April is a special month
A month of mellifluous sounds
Etched in my memory lanes,
Honeyed by babble of new-born
Moments of mirthful appeal
That could never lose their glow.
Sweeter than magnolia,
Our Angel arrived like dawn
Dancing on its buoyant beams.
© Balroop Singh

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A unique day to cherish
A day of pride for a woman-
The day she births a new life,
gets the laurel of a ‘mother’
When she holds her best atom,
The precious symbol of love
To nurture with tenderness
Celebration of such day –
True tribute to the mother.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with Hues Of Hope

Lily Love #chōka

Published on April 11, 2023 by balroop singh52 Comments

love breeze beguiled us
when we planted white lilies –
our precious flowers
in our glorious garden.
In gratitude, some
butterflies twirl, eager to
plant vibrant kisses
on pristine petals of love
a true commemoration

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that our love was both –
tenuous and fiercely wild
ruins are beautiful!
who said spring is eternal?
shifting sands murmur
shadows of night susurrate
water flows at will
all carry the same message:
love is just like white lilies

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your lilies withered
when you didn’t nurture them
the door was open
I just had to walk through it
into the wide world
rooted to icy threshold,
in quagmire of fears,
I shudder at skepticism
that is pulling me backwards.

Thanks to Colleen and Terri for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry. This week I chose to write a nine-line chōka, which has 5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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