The hummingbird sips
with her lean, long bill,
fluttering all about
the painted petals,
her wings like
tiny propellers,
and she is unaware
of how lives have been
altered this year.
Not that she doesn’t care.
That isn’t the case at all.
But there is a job to be done.
If not her, then who?
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
I am thrilled to host my friend and wonderful poet, Balroop Singh, as she has published a new collection of poetry, Magical Whispers. I haven’t read her book, yet, but I am waiting and excited for my copy to arrive on my doorstep. I have no doubt that her words will hold beauty on each page, and that after reading, I’ll be transported into a world of serenity. Balroop writes stunning poetry, so if you’re ready to listen to Mother Nature’s whispers and revel in her soothing comfort, then I hope you’ll add Balroop’s book to your home library!
Book Blurb:
I wait for whispers; they regale my muse. Whispers that can be heard by our heart, whispers that ride on the breeze to dispel darkness and ignite hope. I’m sure you would hear them through these poems if you read slowly.
‘Magical Whispers’ would transport you to an island of serenity; beseech you to tread softly on the velvety carpet of nature to feel the ethereal beauty around you. The jigsaw of life would melt and merge as you dive into the warmth of words.
In this book, my poems focus on whispers of Mother Nature, whispers that are subtle but speak louder than words and breathe a quiet message.
Each day reminds us
It’s the symphony of surroundings
That whisper life into us.
Book Information:
Title: Magical Whispers
Author: Balroop Singh
Genre: Poetry
Available at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KJQ6K5D
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Excerpt:
Colors
The day sun descended
With all his fire
To dilute the heat
Even clouds couldn’t peep.
I watched with a gasp
When an azure pool
Changed its color to gold,
Heat flew like splinters.
Mother earth endured all.
Breathing quiet messages,
Branches stoop to offer shade
Moments of harmony sway.
Now this pool knows magic
As it changes colors
Passion and serenity meet here
When moon lends its silvery glow.
© Balroop Singh
Meet the Author:
Balroop Singh, a former teacher and an educator always had a passion for writing. She is a poet, a creative non-fiction writer, a relaxed blogger and a doting grandma. She writes about people, emotions and relationships. Her poetry highlights 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.
When turbulences hit, when shadows of life darken, when they come like unseen robbers, with muffled exterior, when they threaten to shatter your dreams, it is better to break free rather than get sucked by the vortex of emotions.
A self-published author, she is the poet of Sublime Shadows of Life and Emerging From Shadows, both widely acclaimed poetry books. She has also written When Success Eludes, Emotional Truths Of Relationships Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited and Allow Yourself to be a Better Person.
Balroop Singh has always lived through her heart. She is a great nature lover; she loves to watch birds flying home. The sunsets allure her with their varied hues that they lend to the sky. She can spend endless hours listening to the rustling leaves and the sound of waterfalls. The moonlight streaming through her garden, the flowers, the meadows, the butterflies cast a spell on her. She lives in San Ramon, California.
You can visit her blog at: http://balroop2013.wordpress.com
Or you can connect with her here:
https://twitter.com/BalroopShado
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Emotional-Shadows/151387075057971
https://www.pinterest.com/balroops/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7340810.Balroop_Singh
https://www.amazon/Balroop-Singh/e/B00N5QLW8U/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0O
Thank you so much for stopping by to get a glimpse of Balroop’s new poetry book. If this is your first time meeting her, I invite you to visit her blog for more of her beautiful writing.
~ Lauren Scott 💗
A glow
spills in
through
billowing
curtains
Silky sheets
caress skin
in a moment
that shouldn’t end
Bidding farewell
to moonlight
promises
sunlight
to share
Lauren Scott (c)
I am aware that Mr. Raging Fire stole my thunder, and honestly, it boils my insides, but certainly not selfishly. I reminisce on the good times when the people expressed their love as I made my entrance. How I gracefully entered into their lives wearing pomegranate reds, cinnamon browns, and squash yellows. The energy buzzed like a walk on the red carpet – a highly anticipated moment. My sweet fragrance beautified a stroll around the neighborhood. My cool touch refreshed, replacing summer’s harsh existence.
I worked with patience and diligence, brush and paint in hand to create my vibrant landscape. Lovely memories as vivid as the colors of my wardrobe…
memories of yesteryear before Mr. Raging Fire barged in, interrupting the balance of the nature of seasons.
Now, a sense of dread has crushed that sought-after anticipation of my arrival. And yet, defeat has not prevailed. This new reality only means my effort must toughen up…paint and brush lie in wait at my fingertips. The artist deep within will continue to create for my lovely and loving people who appreciate the very essence of me.
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
Soft snow-white puffs float
among the gleam, no filter
Soon a clear blue view
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
(This was a welcomed surprise after smoke-filled air and sky for the last month. But the fires still burn and we continue to hold all of the fire victims in our hearts.) 💓💓
Lately…
the world sings virus lyrics
and lungs struggle to take in
gray air. I can’t help noticing
clouds parked on foreheads.
Looking to the horizon, dusty
cobwebs hang in each corner.
It’s time to dim the lights
out of memories, how life
once was. Fingers itch to
press life’s reset button.
Answers remain ambiguous.
I want to watch the sun
breathe in and out and
the moon ride the night
as stars dance in the sky –
trying to find my place
in an ever-changing
landscape.
Lauren Scott (c)
As blue embraces the glow
and pink shades shimmer,
I liberate my worries
then hope delivers.
With beauty so near
of a soothing deep sapphire,
thoughts become clearer.
I attended a painting party sometime ago and this landscape was my first attempt at painting anything, except for walls in the house. The process was so much fun and it was interesting to see the final masterpieces of the other “students.” Not a single one was identical. They were all vibrant and magical in the same color scheme, but included details only distinctive to the artist.
Then recently, a friend told me about Seguidilla poetry, which inspired me to write a poem to pair with the painting. And so, I present to you another first attempt. It’s good for the brain to step out of the box now and then and I hope you enjoyed both.
~Lauren 💗
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
When the sun ascends
and birdsong fills the mountain
air, when lake water
cleanses every ounce of us,
we are lost in nature’s home.
When the trail leads us
into depths of silence and
mountains touch the azure sky,
when wildflowers paint the land,
all senses become spellbound.
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
Photos from our lake camping trip (prior post)
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Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 