After flash and crash of storm,
tranquility hangs silent, perfect,
a single shining raindrop caught
for one moment, gone the instant
squirrel shakes branch. Transient.
This poem was written for Poets United Midweek Motif, where the theme istranquility.
Wow, just wow! You really captured something about tranquility here, Victoria. When it happens, it doesn't last long...but while it lasts it is oh-so-wonderful!
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DeleteI love the phrase "tranquility hangs silent." It always lasts just until we're shook up. The allegory works for me beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad it worked for you.
DeleteGorgeous write :D :D
ReplyDeleteThat damn squirrel! Although i can think of worse ways to be interrupted whilst having a tranquil moment - a lovely, crisp and sooting poem
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it.
DeletePS Soothing not sooting! sorry ;)
DeleteYou got that right...tranquility is transient...very nicely done.
ReplyDeletereading this poem, is like a gasp of breath, you want to hold its essence, for a while before exhaling
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Thanks. That's exactly what I wanted to do. Gasp of breath.
DeleteWow, you zero in on the perfect detail, like a fine cinematographer. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteThis is stunning. I love that single fat raindrop, so swiftly gone.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing! You captured that delicate moment in your poem so perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteYou used words wonderfully in this. Great images that really convey tranquility.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Your tranquility poem also worked for me..
DeleteLovely.I really like the sounds in this verse.
ReplyDelete-HA
Thank you.
Deletethat silent drop - a totally true Zen wow. Tranquility is transient for truth. I wanted to be in that drop for just that hanging moment.
ReplyDeleteThank you. WE all have so many hanging moments.
DeleteHow beautiful to picture the scene you created.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it was beautiful to you.
DeleteEsp. after the storm, this contrast so deafening and beautiful in same time. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteLove the contrast between the two states of weather or metaphorically - being. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the metaphor worked for you.
DeleteAhhh. yes ~ sometimes there has to be chaos to define that following moment of peace :)
ReplyDeleteYes, and thank you.
DeleteI am floored by the power of this poem! Marvelous!
ReplyDeletei'm glad you felt power in this poem.
Deleteoh the calm after a storm. it's true tranquility also when there's no tv blaring in the background and cars in the distance. just you and tranquility after a storm. :D
ReplyDeleteYes. Thank you.
DeleteThe squirrels of life ruin everything.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if they ruin everything or just change it.
DeleteHow very zen, Victoria! Contemplation of that single raindrop as it about to fall seems to stop time and allow us, transient humans, contemplate infinity and the mystery of life! Well-penned!
ReplyDelete(PS: Thank you fro your wonderful comment on my poem. I felt as strongly as you when I wrote it and the thousands upon thousands of miserable stories of the refugees fill me with an immense sadness).
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