#Golden #Tastetherainbow – Color #Poetry: Double #Etheree

My backyard

Pine 
needles
pierce deeper, 
as they reach out 
to gather the glow 
of glorious summer
once again opening my
youthful eye, yearning to touch the 
golden era that whizzed by unseen
while my face was buried deep in the books.

Same place, evening shot

I am told twilight is more beautiful
golden glow is as fresh as ever
just the connotation changes
books are our precious friends now
the silence of thoughts thaw
as  pine melodies
mingle in their
sagacious,
unseen
love.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which has inspired me to create a syllabic poem based on color. I chose golden, a symbol of grandeur, positivity, success, cheerfulness and bliss.

I chose to write 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 

#Useful #Poetry Challenge Crown #Cinquain

Image from Pixaby

A brat
bought me with love
wore me with ample pride
I protected his tender feet
from thorns.

our fond 
friendship grew fast
each journey was lovely
together we traversed those miles
of thrill.

now I
sit alone here 
he has at least ten pairs
colorful and brighter than me – 
new charms. 

my plight:
dumped in the yard
glum, I stare at the stars
and presume my uselessness
adrift.

till this – 
urchin picks up
takes me to his abode,
gives a perfect shine and wears me
with joy. 
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for a weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which asks for any syllabic form based on the theme prompt. This week’s theme is “Useful.”
This poem is a Crown Cinquain, five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.
Thanks for the inspiration Colleen.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

One More Time…

Image from Pixaby

Here the stream is so calm
As if halted by the bridge.

Here the water is emerald
As if painted by an artist.

Here the leaves are glossy green
As if polished by Mother Nature.

Here the ways are velvety
As if designed by fairies.

Here the clouds take a dip
As if swimming with us.

Here the wind sings its melodies
As if inspired by Zephyrus.

Here we meet our memories
Each one is most precious!

Here is the old tree
Its arms are as inviting as ever.

We look up wistfully
Yearning to swing on them one more time.

The birds are singing the same song
That soothed us everyday.

We try to sing with them
But our songs sound discordant now.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you.

If you like nature 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.