The Bride
At
the door
she lingers
with brimming eyes
dreams and tears mingle
roses rise to welcome
embers of love within her
innocence of youth far behind
adrift from her precious possessions
an untrodden pathway of life awaits.
Passion exudes as she walks ahead
to meet inevitable changes
that life ushers in with new bonds
siblings watch the demure bride
decked in red bridal robes.
Moments halt in time –
A pause that is
remembered
the whole
life.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which has inspired me to create a syllabic poem based on color. I chose red, a symbol of passion, love, life, strength, courage, confidence and positivity.
I chose 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.
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