The Flowers #WDYS #Poetry Challenge

The Flowers

The flowers I had brought
Whisper the story of our love,
fading into the hazy surroundings.

The day long wait crumbled,
Hope  melted at the western horizon
Forgiveness floundered at the altar of ego.

One last promise
Lay crumpled before me,
as I walked home with weary steps.

I left the flowers on our grave,
On the parapet that stood witness
to innocent passion and fiery flames.

The mirage drifted away.
A canopy of clouds
Guided my way.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee –288

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Zodiac Color #Poetry Challenge #Tanka

My own image

I belong to the
magnitude of the sky and
the depth of oceans
I emit vibes of calmness,
trust, freedom and cohesion.
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Positivity
is my eternal message
learn balance from me.
My hues evoke divine link,
I understand emotions.
~~

Many mysteries
dwell in the bottom of blue
my heart beats with them
I enhance exploration,
my expanse is limitless.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to play with colors and write a syllabic poem of your choice featuring your zodiac color. I am Sagittarius and my color is blue.

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#Senryu Series #PoetryChallenge #TankaTuesday

Sibling Love

Spontaneous love
delight of togetherness 
hugs bring them closer.

***

Growing up is fun
in the shadow of siblings
who cherish values.

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With consistent love,
they inherit little joys
and stay positive.

***

Two stars of parents
one is obdurate and tough
the other – gentle.

***

Always together,
attitudes may collide but
their love is subtle.

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Competitive yet
proud of their older sibling
expectations mount.

***

Setting high standards
failure to reach that zenith
creates wide fissures.

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How they drift apart
as they move ahead in life 
does love disappear?

***

Unknown grudges creep in 
childhood joys are forgotten
ego mentors some.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Robbie for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a senryu series. Click on the link to know more about senryu.

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What Remains…#Poetry #WDYS

What Remains…

Clouds confer in the calm mirror
Of emerald lake
Is this house habitable?

They had seen happier times,
Watched winsome faces
Heard the squeals of delight.

When children converged by the lake
Their games charmed Mother Nature
Spellbound, she let the spring linger just for them.

Time robbed those carefree days
How fast did they grow!
From Kindergarten to High School.

The house grew quieter each day
As the youngsters flew away
In pursuit of their dreams.

Now autumn rests here
With her muted colors and limp leaves
Crimson couldn’t capture the fleeting joy. 

Carved into the mirror of the lake
Are memories that march silently
Seen only by the clouds.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 285

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#TankaTuesday #PoetryChallenge

Misty Spring

I live
on memories,
the whistling wind, the breeze,
the mist, the blooming trees
whisper your words 
of love.

*** 

Today
the mist tarries
outside my French window
waving at me, gently
my heart misses
a beat.

***

One more
memory looms,
emerging from corners
beckoning me to sing
the song of bees
with glee. 
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Selma and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write poetry that portrays movement. Poetry is a moving target; reality is always moving. Choose any syllabic form and write what’s on your mind. I chose a Badger’s Hexastich.

A Badger’s Hexastich is a poem of 6 lines with 2-4-6-6-4-2 syllables per line. It is unrhymed, with optional rising and falling end-words.

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