The Lady of the Snows #Ekphrastic #Poetry

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

This week Colleen ‘s #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by the work of art. We have the freedom to write free verse but then write one syllabic poem too.

The Lady of the Snows

Each morning 
when eastern rim glows pink, 
the lady of snow spreads her mittened hands, 
cedes her power and walks across the river, flowing leisurely.

She tarries just a second
to shake off the snowflakes from her attire,
to gather the beams of morning sun,
to savor the silence of winter morn, 
to borrow beauty from mother nature.

Alone she walks with élan
across the bridge, beyond the era
Lilting with life.  
Taciturn by nature, 
with tranquil transition in her eyes, 
she breathes a message of giving, 
giving all that you gather.

© Balroop Singh

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paragon of poise
image of Mother Nature
breathing buoyancy

© Balroop Singh

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.

#Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge – Crown #Cinquain

I am back after a long, fun-filled vacation, emotional reunions with friends and family after a gap of three years. Though jet-lagged, I am getting inspired by this beautiful challenge. Thanks to David for choosing a thought-provoking image for Ekphrastic poetry challenge this month.

“Ukrainian Figurines” by Kirill Shevchenko (Groder) Image by Кирилл Шевченко from Pixabay

Together?

The day
we all gathered
harmony of colors
depicted the dreams that connect us
with love

that day
we were summoned
by our mentor to show 
the luster of togetherness,
a glow

a show
of diligence,
of emotions that bind. 
our hair color could never change 
the goals

he said:
let’s meditate!
Donna stood tall, erect
Bob stood on his toes to show he’s 
alert 

just few
paid attention
to the artist’s vision
curious Cane watched from the edge
judging!

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to craft syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Crown cinquain, a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. This poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

Double #Etheree #Poetry Challenge

A Treehouse

A
green girl, 
bubbling with
adolescent 
quest for green mountains
and brooks that enticed her, 
walked away to explore 
forests of pines and deodars
and Mother Nature’s blessings awaited
in the form of a translucent treehouse.
… 

A dream come true, a loving reminder 
that Mother Nature gives and nurtures
one more blessing? an explorer? 
would she find her true soulmate –
a lover of pine trees! 
two parakeets sat 
at their window
to regale
them with
songs.
© Balroop Singh, 2022

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which has inspired me to create a syllabic poem based on color. I chose green, a symbol of balance, nature, spring, and rebirth. It’s also the symbol of prosperity, freshness, and progress. My focus was: “think about the different ways you can use color in a poem.” 

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.

Image from: Unsplash

Thank you.

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