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.

Thank you.

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My New Friend…

New poem for new year?

“Forget it,” says my snooty muse – irate and imperious. “Go ahead with your fiction and the new friend you’ve found.”

“Why are you sulking?”

“NO! I feel stifled when you write descriptive paragraphs for your new friend.”

“Why can’t a poet write a novel?” I ask 

“You are no good at that! I know you are a person of few words. For years I’ve been your mentor and now you’ve abandoned me.”

“But this is a temporary phase. This story has been waiting to burst out. Let me finish it.”

“Really? I challenge you to finish it this year. I am sure you are going to get wedged in those dark corridors. Only I know how to pull you out.”

“Now that is poor encouragement, goldy.”

“I am familiar with your dismal progress. Each time I’ve to step in to show you the light that glows at the horizon.”

“I know I am incomplete without you. I promise to be with you each morning.”

“This is no truce. I’ll choose my own time. Right now I am in an adventurous mood.”

“You’ve come home after a month. Share your stories with me.” I try to ground her.

“Ha!”she rebuffs me and bounds out. “Don’t try to humor me. I know you too well.”

My new friend embraces me and we totter forward. Hope has been my dearest buddy.

© Balroop Singh

Thank you! I am looking for some beta readers for advice about my WIP. All kind of suggestions from accomplished fiction writers are welcome.

Double #Etheree #ThemePrompt

The Gray Scarf

My 
gray scarf
breathes yearning,
holds warmth of love.
Purchased ages ago,
you promised it’s fragrance 
would never fade from our lives.
Then how did winter winds creep in
to divest us of our solemn vows?
Yet it sings familiar strains of summer,
shimmering with renewed rhythm of hope
that just lies at the bottom of sea
never reaching your empty heart.
Memories of gray scarf crawl,
weary shadows follow
on this Thanksgiving
till paths of love
converge in 
the next
world.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry. Eugi selected this month’s theme: The Gray Scarf.

 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.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#Success #Troiku #Poetry

pursuing success
the sole goal of life
looking beyond relationships

pursuing success
stumbling on goalposts
never losing the focus

the sole goal of life
self-motivation ignites
the kiss of dawn

looking beyond relationships
a lonely path on clouds 
destination blurry
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen ‘s poetry challenge. This week, the challenge is to craft a Troika.

The Troiku is a form created by Chèvrefeuille at https://carpediemtroikuworld.blogspot.com/2015/10/welcome.html. (You can click on the link to understand this form.)

Inspired from haiku, this is a fun form, as it gives freedom from syllables. Yahoo!

Next week, I am traveling and would be away for almost three weeks. Despite the boosters, we have to keep the masks on for a lo….ng international flight!

See you in November!

Image from Pixaby.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

Hope is too Far…

The Artist

Just one cloud clamors to hold the rays of dawn, waking up sky from its dreams. More clouds gather to celebrate the brilliance of an artist who works diligently to create new designs each moment. Demon-eyed, with an open mouth, he came from an unknown land, too far to traverse. He seems to express unreasonable desires, swallowing the morning light, whispering colorful tunes to the sun.

He also carries a fistful of grime, thrown in exasperation, shows his indignation, unseen, unheard, unfathomed. The hope lies too far, colored with the arrogance of man who claims to have conquered all.
© Balroop Singh, 2022

Today’s prose-poetry is inspired from Reena’s Xploration Challenge, which asks us to let the whole or phrases from the following line be our muse this week.
“It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.” by Sharmishtha Mohanty in Thirty two nights and dreams.

Thank you for the inspiration Reena.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope