#TankaTuesday #PhotoPrompt #Poetry

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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#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge

Paradoxical  Pine

I walk into the forest in the month of October – a mosaic of colors, and wonder why it brightens my mood, adds a smile to my face and warms my heart. There is gold in the air but I have an aching desire to catch the drifting leaves – reminders of life passing by! The pine in my backyard doesn’t care. 

Inspired by colors
mother nature’s lantern adds
a charm to its leaves 
each morning it glows orange 
to match the leaves of neighbors.
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, ( taste the rainbow) which has inspired me to create a tanka prose. Tanka is typically written in the 5-7-5-7-7: a five-line syllabic structure. Tanka prose always contains a title. One basic requirement: one paragraph, and one tanka.

Thank you.

Image from my patio.(pine pun intended)

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge

Today’s challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry,  inspired by visual art or photographs. Reena provided a piece of her artwork for this month’s challenge. Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

I chose a new form: Octelle and have tried to write two poems. It was challenging as I had to keep in mind the rhyming scheme, while writing a syllabic form.

The Octelle is a poem consisting of eight lines, using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8/8/7/7/7/7/8/8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa.) The first two lines and the last two lines are identical (refrain).

Aesthetic Coup

echoes of green, crimson and blue
pull me into aesthetic coup
of colors that define life
vague reflections croon with fife
yearn for elusive tunes
trapped in the maze of half moons
echoes of green, crimson and blue
pull me into aesthetic coup

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Invisible

aching desires rest in designs
every single moment she whines
clipped wings are invisible
dried blood is divisible
you put it in cubbyholes
to sell the sagacious souls
aching desires rest in designs
every single moment she whines

© Balroop Singh

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#Golden #Tastetherainbow – Color #Poetry: Double #Etheree

My backyard

Pine 
needles
pierce deeper, 
as they reach out 
to gather the glow 
of glorious summer
once again opening my
youthful eye, yearning to touch the 
golden era that whizzed by unseen
while my face was buried deep in the books.

Same place, evening shot

I am told twilight is more beautiful
golden glow is as fresh as ever
just the connotation changes
books are our precious friends now
the silence of thoughts thaw
as  pine melodies
mingle in their
sagacious,
unseen
love.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which has inspired me to create a syllabic poem based on color. I chose golden, a symbol of grandeur, positivity, success, cheerfulness and bliss.

I chose to write 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.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

Moods Of Nature #Haiku

Glimpses from My Patio:

Yellow joy lures
The song of spring is chiming
New dreams awaken.
~

This hill regales my muse every single day, each waking moment. It is visible from my living room and the moment it changes its mood, I rush out to capture it.

All these pictures have been taken from my patio. Sometimes I go downstairs to capture a closer look, to smile with Mother Nature and celebrate her moods.

The book in my dream pipe right now is a collection of micro-poetry: Haiku, Tanka and acrostic poems.

A beautiful glow
Permeates through bare branches
Glorious dawn delight!
~

Hope sleeps on clouds
Drifts with their rolling rings
Conjuring its own path
~

Misty morning carries
Messages of new mysteries
Unmapped paths beckon
~

Celestial art charms
When clouds drape colors
Joyful moments tarry
~

© Balroop Singh

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