A Coveted Beauty #NaPoWriMo

I never sign up for “NaPoWriMo,” (National Poetry Writing Month) but try to write one poem each day. That keeps me stress free.

Here is one of the ten poems I have written this month. I hope to write ten more.

She lives in the shadows
Green dreams lull her to sleep,
Wind whispers soft tunes
Stars share her stories.

Her golden gown lends light
To brighten the dawn,
Lilies embrace her feet 
Her fragrance mingles in them.

A coveted beauty of the gardens
Entwined with buds,
With tresses that touch the dew
Her graceful gait delights many.

Welcomed warmly by birds and bees
She swings on trees for a while,
Adds romance to the scene
And moves on, with the blink of an eye!
© Balroop Singh, April 2021

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What is #Poetry? #NationalPoetryMonth

“The crown of literature is poetry.” – W. Somerset Maugham

Every year, I ask this question! Every year, I understand another nuance of poetry.

Each person has his own definition of poetry but putting a few words together doesn’t make poetry. A poem has a soul, a heart and an emotion. Even a haiku is meaningless without a soul.

However complex or flowery the language, a poem must be meaningful and the value of the words should reach the reader. An ambiguous poem is like an abandoned castle that lacks charm.

I’ve read many such so-called modern poems that lack clarity of thought, also those with multiple interpretations. While the latter earned my admiration, the former continue to teach profound lessons.

I keep returning to quotable definitions to understand poetry and each time I learn something new.

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.

I could hear that echo. I have seen the dance of shadows. I’ve embraced those shadows and put them into words.

“It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.” – Howard Nemerov.

The ice never melts and therefore most people avoid poetry. They just touch the surface and don’t wait for a little thaw that waits within the words.

“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley.

This is such a sweet compliment but there is no doubt that poets do try to cheer themselves by blending their sorrows into the words till they sound sweet.

“Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.” – Dennis Gabor.

A poem may not be rhythmic, but the music could be ingrained in the emotions embedded within the words. It would surely reach your heart if you pay attention to them.

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” – William Wordsworth.

A poem without emotions would seem hollow. Poetry is the best form of expressing emotions, as just one metaphor could convey a thousand feelings.

“Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.” – Johann Georg Hamann.

Look around and hear the poetry of Mother Nature. We learned all those cadences from her… the rustling of leaves, the babbling of brooks, the gurgling waterfalls and all those notes taught us poetry.

“Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.” – Don Marquis.

You can share your own definition. I am eager to hear your thoughts about poetry.

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Balroop Singh.

Marbles

Ah! The music of marbles
All day we played
All night we heard
New tunes created by dreams.

Ah! The colors that charmed
The fights we won
The flights we took
To possess our favorite marbles!

Wow! The pride of winning
Each one, a treasure
The trophies of innocent joys
Little pleasures of childhood.

Some memories mesmerize
Fill our heart with delight
Moments that passed by
Entwining us in the web of life.

Marbles melt into maelstrom of life
As time drapes its talons around us.
© Balroop Singh

This poem was inspired from Annika Perry’s post. Thank you so much dear friend for stirring sweet memories.

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Dreams #PoetryChallenge #Tanka

Theme-based poetry kicks my muse hard and when the theme happens to be “Dreams,” she rides on the waves, eager to explore each one. I tried to restrict her to one Tanka but another one just flowed. She has more in her pockets but I have reserved them for my next book.

A box full of dreams
She carries it with poise
Some just flutter away
Catching them is unrealistic
What is the fun of cluttering?

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She buried her dreams
In the valley of despair
The deluge of tears
Drowned the irresistible
Empty-hearted, she sits forlorn.
© Balroop Singh

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Inspired from Colleen M. Chesebro’s #ThemePrompt at wordcraftpoetry.com

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Deeper #Tanka

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

A portal beckons
Adventurous spirit calls
Fears forbid next step
Yet we drop down to explore
Will we return to share?

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The secrets lay bare
Harrowing, endless steps loom 
Fiery eyes threaten
Entrenched within crevices 
Shady shackles pull us tighter.

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Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #writephoto prompt Deeper

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