Double #Etheree #Poetry Challenge

Image of an Indian bride from Pinterest

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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Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#Ekphrastic Challenge #Poetry Crown #Cinquain

Photo chosen by D.L.Finn

Respect Our Blue

calm sea –
our blue blanket
waves rise to our magic
we whistle to swim together
in peace.

we ask 
just for harmony 
we love our brackish blue 
keep your missiles in your minds 
don’t maul!

Our bond
Is eternal
We have survived for eons
to discover joy despite scorn
love wins.

peep deep
see the shimmer
of blue that doesn’t match yours 
but holds unspeakable secrets
stars know.

Rejoice
At our choices
We found felicity 
Whilst you dwell in the storms of life
So sad!
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from Colleen’s Ekphrastic #photoprompt. This week I chose Crown Cinquain, this poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.

Memories #Poetry

Memories frozen in time
Are melting,
Stirring forgotten tears

Some emerge from
Dark crevices of heart,
Lurching weakly

The one I buried in books
Wriggled out,
Much enlightened

The one I submerged in the stream
Of my thoughts
Is peeping out

The one I hid in the old house
Grew wings,
Craving for light

Their grief was muted
Muffled callously,
Eager to share their gloomy journey

Memories gather this time
To mourn
In the arms of a poet

Exulting at his expertise
Of offering solace – hollow
Hollow words of comfort!
© Balroop Singh

This poem is an excerpt from my latest book Hues Of Hope, an anthology of readers’ favorite poems from my poetry books. Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

#NewRelease: Hues Of Hope #Poetry

Hues Of Hope is the collection of readers’ favorite poems from my poetry books. These poems explore the hope that lies within our heart, hope that whispers each morning to look at the horizon, hope that inspires us to look beyond the chaotic world and take the next step to vanquish the fears that try to fetter us. It promises to take us to an oasis of peace, unravels magical moments of joy, as beams of love calm our senses. It guides us through dark alleys to show the streaks of light that shimmer through the clouds.

 

Like dew on our dreams,
Hope is the moonlight filtering through trees
Like whisper of breeze that warms our heart,
Hope is the promise that we make to ourselves
Hope is the silent prayer that we send in distress
Hope is the happiness that we visualize,
The horizon that we reach, if we try.
© Balroop Singh

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Balroop Singh.

#Ekphrastic Challenge #Poetry

Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/459097

Dissonance 

Dance is not just an art that enriches us emotionally, it conceals innumerable tales of time, of war devils who create their own tunes, of autocrats who gloat over their arrogance, of the mighty who forget that their power is illusionary, their greed perishable and their days limited. They all fall facedown, empty handed they leave; even misery scoffs at them but their lies live. Rivulets of hope flow in those hearts who know war bugles fail to halt spring.

“dance,” says the despot 
and the whip twirls around them 
innocent blood drips 
smoke sheathes their weary eyes
annihilated by whims
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from Colleen’s Ekphrastic #photoprompt. I followed her advice, “Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Think about metaphor and allegory.”

This week, I chose tanka prose. There are two basic forms in classic tanka prose: Preface (explanation) and the Poem Tale (episodic narration.) 

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Have you checked my latest release? – Slivers: Chiseled Poetry