My Picture Window #Etheree

This week, the challenge is “to share the view outside your window by writing a syllabic poem.” Here is the view from my window though the picture doesn’t show the howling wind and the continuous rain… spring still seems far away!

View from my bedroom window

Pine 
tree twigs
swing harder 
wrathful wind howls,
inert spring stumbles
nonplussed, she looks at the 
silvery sky that shields sun.
My picture window remains closed
to keep the wayward winter chill and
the unpleasant sounds of the wild wind out.

So ferocious that it knocks down blossoms
as if spring charm is at its mercy!
It’s fun to watch freaky weather 
only from my French window
and wait for fragrant queen
to arrive with breeze
loved by lillies 
and roses
to spread
joy.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. My admiration for this form has grown with each attempt.

I have written a double Etheree which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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#Ekphrastic #Poetry

The Artist’s Garden at Giverny (French:Le Jardin de l’artiste à Giverny) is an oil on canvas painting by Claude Monet done in 1900 now in the Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

Damsel of Buds

Welcome
to my garden
to revel in colors,
sprinkled by the dainty damsel
of buds.

she strides 
with dreamy lull,
creates the land of love
doves coo – melodies that allure
beaus.

fragrance
blends with beauty,
flutters with the petals
misty dance of pink and purple-
a balm!

arms of
Mother Nature
drape around stressful nerves
serenity percolates now
through air.

wondrous
garden of bliss
that sparkles for moments
just pause to admire the unique
artist.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to craft syllabic poetry. This week, the inspiration is a painting, which was featured on Rebecca’s post: 

#FridayPainting: Claude Monet “The Artist’s Garden at Giverny”

I’ve written a Crown cinquain, a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. This poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.

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Bliss of #Solitude

To walk
 with open arms and gather the gold.

To recline
on the green grass and dream.

To fly 
on the silvery clouds to touch the horizon.

To soak
in the glory of raw rain drops.

To sing
with the wondrous wind that frees my spirit.

To bounce
with the delicate daffodils. 

To bathe
in the moonlight of love.

To merge
in the ecstasy of twinkling stars.

To sleep
stress free and dream like a dilettante.

That is the bliss of solitude.

© Balroop Singh

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Bounce with the glory
of delicate daffodils
tender sprouts beckon
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. This week’s challenge is synonyms only – Spring & Green 

Spring: bounce

Green: tender/raw

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#TankaTuesday #PhotoPrompt #Poetry

Image by Terri Webster Schrandt, 

Coherent Colors

Colors condescend here and mingle with perfect ease. Green dives into blue to create a calm combination. Peach perches on rocky terrain. I rise with the mist to kiss the clouds.  A wondrous land beckons me far beyond the fragrance of fir trees. An empowering lift. A milky channel opens to welcome a weary soul.

An artist at work
unfurling serenity
breathing in colors
her easel is eclectic
divine power mentors her. 

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. This week’s challenge is photo prompt and I chose to write Tanka prose.

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A favorite Spice

cardamom

sweet
and small,
younger than
black cardamom
I am precious for
the fragrance I exude.
I excel when crushed with love, 
enhance the taste of beverages
and add flavor to some sweet dishes
double-edged – alluring smell, sublime taste. 

A favorite of grandma for her tea,
this dainty lady entered my life
one fine day to add aroma
to biryani and curries.
keep her in air-tight jar 
or she may lose her  
distinctive charm,
revered for
better
health.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write a syllabic poem on an unimaginable topic! I have written a double Etheree which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

This week’s challenge is The Spice of Life: Choose a spice from your kitchen cabinet, and relate its flavor to an event that recently happened in your daily life. Write your syllabic poem! Bonus—if you share a photo of the spice in your post.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope