The Essence of Tranquility

November 6, 2006

The ankle-deep water plays with the moldy shower curtain

As I let the manufactured rain fall over my face.

The roar of liquid trickling upon liquid forms a tranquil veil

Between my one place for privacy and the periphery of reality.

But soon the brigand will reach through the mists

And steal away my moment of peace.

I react with trepidation as water droplets slip past my towel

And collide abruptly with the bathroom floor.

The fog that masks the room augments every sound

That presents itself to the world

But I remain silent.

There is some power in silence that too many disregard.

It helps clear the mind of unnceccessary details

And paves the way to self-discovery when accompanied by solitude.

Both are something that I have been missing in my life as of late

Thus, I have digressed in wisdom and seemingly rationality.

It will take a torrid effort,

But I will regain my ground.  

Reviews

[Lady Of Darkness]

I like your descriptions in this piece and your choice of words.

The roar of liquid trickling upon liquid forms a tranquil veil

Between my one place for privacy and the periphery of reality.

But soon the brigand will reach through the mists

And steal away my moment of peace.

I like those lines. Nice flow and great write.