#TankaTuesday #Photoprompt – Heaven

Picture by photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt

Photo prompts kick my muse even when she is cross with me! Such a beautiful picture of Mother Nature calms her down perfectly to write syllabic poetry.

Want to see heaven?
where morning clouds glow soft pink.
come to our backyard
snow fairies dance here with glee
we revel with them all day.

***

Cold can not touch us
that is the bliss of childhood!
giggles thaw the snow,
the thrill of togetherness
embraced by wild ecstasy.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and her friend Terri for the inspiration to create this double tanka.

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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.

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For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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#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

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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