I Remember that Day ~ #freeverse #poetry

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I remember that day

The one where the sky sang

In shades of pink and blue

That day when clouds caressed

The setting sun, bathed

In a blanketed grace

When the world seemed so light

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I remember that day

The one where the colors rang

In a glorious, pastel hue

That day when the sky was blessed

With a palette, and it painted

On a blank canvas in space

And the world seemed so right

 

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Photo by Belinda Goddard – Used with Permission. Thank you! ❤

Frayed and Worn ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

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Would you have a moment
To help me with my wares
Won’t you stop, lend a hand
And show me that you care

I cannot seem to get a job
For my dress is frayed and worn
I think I understand just why
You look at me with scorn

You think that I am lazy
You couldn’t be more wrong
I may look like a ragged mess
But my will, is ever strong

It is not my choice to live here
Like this, each and every day
Do you really understand
Why I am this way

I have been forgotten
So I live here on the street
Please won’t you help me
Find some shoes, for my bare feet

 

Author’s Note: As the winter months approach, please, if you have an extra pair of gloves, or a scarf, and you see someone in need, consider an act of kindness, knowing it may never be repaid.

December Writing Prompt – Two halves of dress, frayed and worn – Day 7/31

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Granny’s Gift ~ #poetry #RDP #FOWC

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Oh my, what’s that smell? What could it be?

Something was putrescent, under the tree!

And there on the floor, with a pretty red bow

Was Granny’s fruitcake, from years long ago

 

FOWC with Fandango – Floor
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Putrescent

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A Tiny Voice ~ #freeverse #poetry of the #spirits

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In the quiet of night
Only the hum of my PC
Breaks the silence.
Still, I can hear her.
A tiny voice, crying out
In the dark, frightened
To come in, to the light
By which I write.
I tell her not to be afraid
I will not hurt her
Like the others did
She whispers, softly
So I do not hear her
Only the sighs of a child
And she is gone
Though I don’t know where
And I sigh, for her spirit
Hoping it has found
The door that leads
To eternal peace

 

Author’s note:  This poem is based on a true experience.  I have had many encounters with the spirit world.  I have been told I may be Clairsentient.  All I know is this little girl was looking for hope.  I hope I gave that to her…

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Book Review ~ “Sublime Shadows of Life” by Balroop Singh

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From the author herself:

“Sublime Shadows of Life is a comment on life, its turbulent curves and relationships. It envisions people through the prism of poetry. I, you, he, we and they are universal symbols which highlight the fact that happiness is not a destination but a chasm to bury agony, anguish, grief, distress and move on! No sea of solitude is so deep that it can drown us. Sometimes aspirations are trampled upon, the boulders of exploitation and discrimination may block your path but those who tread on undeterred are always successful.”

 

My Review:

“Sublime Shadows of Life is a perfectly titled book, from author Balroop Singh. Each poem easily glides into the next yet, each one is its own entity. Singh captivates your heart, drawing you into her words, allowing you to feel the pain, the love, the longing for lost possessions and the fear of death. These complex emotions will have you rooting for the underdog, no matter who it may be, though you will find yourself in many of the verses.

In a journey through the ups and downs of life, we find there is always light after the darkness, there is always freedom from the demons who haunt, and there is always a chance to breathe new life into one’s own broken soul. Singh provides us with a means to forge ahead, and never give up.

This book is truly sublime poetry, written with the pen of a beautiful soul. Her words will clearly speak to you, as they did me.

 

Places to find Balroop Singh:

To purchase Sublime Shadows of Life, Click Here

Blog: Emotional Shadows
Facebook: Emotional Shadows

 

**This review also appears on Amazon.com and Goodreads.