Silvery Serenity

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Drowning in watery wails
I try to clutch the waning light
My eyes wander in a wild pursuit
Knowing not what they want.

What is this weird place?
Silver glistens in the sky
Lending its sparkle to waves
Not a soul in sight.

Who dumped me here?
A wilderness of my dreams
At least I can breathe!
Hope shimmers amid dark dunes

Barefoot I walk toward horizon
I would carve my way
Out of apathy and derision.
Desolation doesn’t dissuade me.

Soaking in silvery serenity
I exult at my new world
All shackles fell apart
Traces of humanity linger.
© Balroop Singh

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44 thoughts on “Silvery Serenity

  1. Great writing, Balroop. Your first reaction to this silvery sea surrounded by dark forest seem panic driven. You gradually see the beauty but feel the loneliness. The last stanza brings peace and hope.
    This is my feeling, as we mentioned to each other before. Each reader experience
    something to take away.

    Miriam

  2. Beautiful writing, Balroop, and I also love the transition from despair to hope, as Sue mentioned. Soaking in silvery serenity, just stunning, and the beginning of a verse that is abundant in hope and possibility. 💕

    1. Thanks Lauren, drawing inspiration from serenity despite loneliness that is inescapable in the given situation. Realities are quite challenging.

  3. What amazing imagery, Balroop! Your poem is beautiful and inspires optimism. It goes great with the picture too.
    ❤ xo

  4. “Barefoot I walk toward horizon
    I would carve my way
    Out of apathy and derision.
    Desolation doesn’t dissuade me. ”

    May we all walk towards our horizon out of apathy and derision my friend… Beautiful poem and loved that image.. 💚🙏

  5. “Soaking in silvery serenity”. Peaceful, hopeful words caress my body and my spirit. Especially in the “new world.” A beautiful poem, Balroop 💕

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