The Lady of the Snows #Ekphrastic #Poetry

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Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

This week Colleen ‘s #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by the work of art. We have the freedom to write free verse but then write one syllabic poem too.

The Lady of the Snows

Each morning 
when eastern rim glows pink, 
the lady of snow spreads her mittened hands, 
cedes her power and walks across the river, flowing leisurely.

She tarries just a second
to shake off the snowflakes from her attire,
to gather the beams of morning sun,
to savor the silence of winter morn, 
to borrow beauty from mother nature.

Alone she walks with élan
across the bridge, beyond the era
Lilting with life.  
Taciturn by nature, 
with tranquil transition in her eyes, 
she breathes a message of giving, 
giving all that you gather.

© Balroop Singh

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paragon of poise
image of Mother Nature
breathing buoyancy

© Balroop Singh

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#Senryu #Poetry

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Anger – blind alley
an irresistible walk
for some bullish freaks

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Bare teeth, bulging eyes
hurl hollow words of dissent
to intimidate

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Whimsical horses
with stirrups of fervent ire
perilous morons

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Do they care for you?
beware, they are pretenders
with capricious love

***
© Balroop Singh

Written for #TankaTuesday poetry challenge (specific form) Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#TankaTuesday #Photoprompt – Heaven

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Picture by photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt

Photo prompts kick my muse even when she is cross with me! Such a beautiful picture of Mother Nature calms her down perfectly to write syllabic poetry.

Want to see heaven?
where morning clouds glow soft pink.
come to our backyard
snow fairies dance here with glee
we revel with them all day.

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Cold can not touch us
that is the bliss of childhood!
giggles thaw the snow,
the thrill of togetherness
embraced by wild ecstasy.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and her friend Terri for the inspiration to create this double tanka.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

My New Friend…

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New poem for new year?

“Forget it,” says my snooty muse – irate and imperious. “Go ahead with your fiction and the new friend you’ve found.”

“Why are you sulking?”

“NO! I feel stifled when you write descriptive paragraphs for your new friend.”

“Why can’t a poet write a novel?” I ask 

“You are no good at that! I know you are a person of few words. For years I’ve been your mentor and now you’ve abandoned me.”

“But this is a temporary phase. This story has been waiting to burst out. Let me finish it.”

“Really? I challenge you to finish it this year. I am sure you are going to get wedged in those dark corridors. Only I know how to pull you out.”

“Now that is poor encouragement, goldy.”

“I am familiar with your dismal progress. Each time I’ve to step in to show you the light that glows at the horizon.”

“I know I am incomplete without you. I promise to be with you each morning.”

“This is no truce. I’ll choose my own time. Right now I am in an adventurous mood.”

“You’ve come home after a month. Share your stories with me.” I try to ground her.

“Ha!”she rebuffs me and bounds out. “Don’t try to humor me. I know you too well.”

My new friend embraces me and we totter forward. Hope has been my dearest buddy.

© Balroop Singh

Thank you! I am looking for some beta readers for advice about my WIP. All kind of suggestions from accomplished fiction writers are welcome.