#Butterfly #Cinquain – #ThemePrompt

Lightning

Bursting
out of a cloud, 
it creates a channel –  
tall trees nod and send sparks of love
a beam 
puts up a spectacular show 
sky suddenly lights up
scares some but 
mirthful.

***

single
streak coruscates, 
an incandescent beam 
falls and stokes the light within me
My heart 
clamors to resist, it pierces,
inflames dormant instincts 
wrapping blanket
of love.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to craft syllabic poetry. I’ve written two butterfly cinquains. The theme of the month (chosen by Sangeetha) is: The Nature of Lightning.
The Butterfly Cinquain is an unrhymed, nine-line syllabic poem with 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line. It uses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain and then reverses it. The name comes from the butterfly shape it creates when centered on the page. 

Image from: pixaby

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

 

#Shadorma #Poetry:Specific form

Flame

This red flame
carries dreams within
the fire,
the glimmer –
a volcano waits to burst –
a dormant desire

***

 burning balm
ignites a yearning
raging smoke
fails to sheath
the shifts that devalue love.
even souls smolder

***

its beauty 
dwindles with the smoke
illusions 
darken with 
the flame but it whispers love! 
tethers fall apart
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from Colleen’s Specific form challenge. This week’s form has been chosen by Jules and it is Shadorma. I’ve written three of them on a specific subject.

A Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme.

Image from: pixaby

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt #Poetry

A Sonnet has always scared me, I’ve never tried to write it. Then I came across ‘Blason.’ (Thanks to Colleen and her gang of poets in the blogosphere.)

A Blason is a genre of poetry committed to the praise or blame of something through the use of a series of images that support the theme. Blason can be applied to any verse form such as the Sonnet or Blank Verse.

I’ve tried to write a Blason, which was a three-dimensional challenge: as I had to keep in mind 10 syllables in each line, follow the theme and also write 14 lines.

© Willow Willers

Is it Love?

His love is like fire burning in hearth
His hands are nothing less than hot iron.
His arms clasp tight like a docile python
His  touch mesmerizes in an instant.
He stands tall, towering over my face
Looking as if he would devour my lips.
His smile is like satan’s putrid profile
Yet his love for me glows like fresh embers.
As I smolder in his gripping embrace
He speaks in syllables that exude lust.
The promises he makes sound ambrosial
His expectations higher than heavens
But I admire his celestial visage 
I know my allure for him sounds bizarre.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you Colleen, for the inspiration to respond to an image by writing syllabic poetry.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

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.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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.