
chilly winds incise
frozen like an icicle
I sit, sedated.
dark clouds hover like eagles
cold snowstorms pierce through my heart
***
each morning ambles
wearing wintery blanket
yearning for some light
bare branches share the secrets
I try to bury within
***
a colorless life
A garland of icicles —
juxtaposition
A beauty that hits deeper
desolation sores
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
My kigo words this week: icicles, bare branches, cold snowstorms.
