Tag: syllabic poetry

#TankaTuesday #Poetry 24 Seasons…

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Picture from my back patio

April full moon cheered
as we stepped out to revel
in the glory of
gossamer rays that lured us
sorrow shrouds the moonlight now.

***

Covered by dark clouds,
the moon seems joyless like me
A sacred kinship,
a unique childhood connect 
of glum understanding. 

*** 

April showers breathe
a new life into morning
the velvety wind,
the fragrance of azalea
and wisteria‘s wild waltz.

***

A walk in the woods
breathing damp and steamy air 
Nostalgic moments
mingle in the maelstrom of
emotional engulfer.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

The kigo words I used have been highlighted.

Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love 

#Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge – 24 Seasons…

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From Facebook: Artist – Kaoru Yamada

My Window

A 
serene
spring morning,
a fragrant path
flanked by rose bushes –
a poignant reminder
of delightful days we loved!  
Ensnared by emotional bars,
bigger than parameters of grief,
I watch from my window, for your presence.

The chill of your absence seeped through my bones
but breeze of yearning wafts around me
I wait for the magic of hope
dappled light and shade rips me
shadows subdue spirit
positivity
lies in shambles –
a challenge
beyond
me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I chose to write a double etheree. The kigo words I used have been highlighted.

Thank you dear readers. If you like poetry, read more: Moments We Love 

#Spring Equinox #TankaTuesday

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Trees beam with color
birdsongs usher in spring dawn
dispelling darkness
yet my heart harbors a grudge
unsaid words wail wistfully.

…

Golden rays shake me
send an impassioned message –
positive thoughts help
wildflowers don dewy robes
Even the willows shimmer.

…

Doves coo in delight
haunting calls that pierce my heart
raking memories
blissful yesteryears hover
clasping me to offer balm.

…

Nebulous night drags
as I gaze at the ceiling –
empty, like my life.
Dare I swish the drape apart?
glance at the glorious dawn?
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for her 24 Seasons Poetry Challenge, which inspires syllabic poetry. I’ve highlighted the Kigo words.

Many thanks to all my blogger buddies for coming over to read and share their thoughts. I am trying to come out of my cocoon to visit your blogs.

#TankaTuesday – 24 Seasons #Poetry Challenge

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Pixaby image

This valley – our vault
that resounds with memories
spring mists surround me
as I gather some fragments
scattered on the path we loved.

***

Do you remember?
the first butterfly of spring
always allured us
she too chose to fly away
alone I sit here, inert.

***

When fragrance falters
threatening clouds creep closer
light recedes within
spring sunsets lose their luster
life sounds meaningless.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and her inspiration to write Syllabic Poetry.

Thank you dear blogger buddies for your words of solace in my darkest hours of life.

Morbid Moments & Spring Whispers…

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I have returned but am still struggling to accept the misfortune that befell me, still unable to forget the shocking moments – when the most loved and respected person in my life was suddenly snatched away from me. As if that was not enough, I lost my mom too and had to rush to India to be with my siblings. Dumbstruck, we hugged each other, mourning the double loss.

a meandering mind
no inspiration to write
I drift with moments

such morbid moments
that question the unperceived
but no one answers!

choked beyond spirit
I wander in search of muse
delusions abound.

© Balroop Singh

Held hostage by a wintery heart, I am trying to ignite the embers of life by welcoming spring. In this part of California, the trees have blossomed and daffodils and tulips can be seen all around though some clouds still linger at the horizon. Thanks to Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, I could barely manage a Butterfly Cinquain.

Spring Whispers

March winds
knock at the door
shake me out of slumber
spring returns with a song of hope,
perks up –
murmuring melodies of faith
igniting self-belief –  
admire the sun
sans you. 
© Balroop Singh

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