I know when tranquil arrives...

Yawns out
phlegmatic limpid calm
from eroded human surfaces..
Seated so snugly between unflappable wings
tucked right there
borrowings from neatly scheduled days..
Even as this calm numbs me
rocks me to sleep on its lap..
Easily obtainable dolorous passiveness
means not much to me..
I can mock such
flip it away like used cards.

I belong to callous calm
which spirals out from colossal chaos..
As winding soft smoke
rises in concurrence
from incandescence of incense..

For i was born unto imperfection
unkempt and nettled..
Peace never came pursed
between my infantile lips..
Just as a golden spoon
was not tucked in lines of my fate.
My deft fingers thereon
have learned to untangle insane mess..
Scratch delirium fed surface
that i know..would open up into
microcosm of imperishable tranquil..
Not fooled by apparent bedlam
i cherish
Pale white infinite rod of being
a few frazzled nerves here and there
surging their beautiful myelin heads from it..

Reviews

[dovetailer]

It is so rate to find traquility in the world
yet alone in us...moments of pure joy where we, our soul and our world around is are one...moments rare as the golden spoon you mention, yet we recognize them when they happen and savor every moment of them knowing they have a short life...like dissipating smoke...We were in Venice once in early morning...in a gondola... Sliding through the inky water (it seems so at night) we held each other...the world was silent save the water lapping against the hull of the gondola and the buildings that seemed to spring from the water...we passed the home of Marco Polo...still standing... Still inhabited...and for a few moments, the golden thread of time seemed to break and the moment was perfect tranquil...
we just sat in the silent night...the moonlight reflecting from the lacquered gunwales...we could almost hear the starlight sizzle as it hit the water to be reflected to our eyes...sitting there...my arms around the woman I love...amazing...
I love this thought-provoking piece...you writing, as always, sizzles with beautiful words and artful alliteration...the only criticism I have is that it ended too soon...

[JC]

wow....you never cease to amaze me...

[Ladysue]

oh this is deep and profound... oh life can be this way at times, but then it is over ridden at other times with good...You have some really wonderful lines in here...A beautifully written poem...

[Linear]

Ah tranquil waters that we all desire to be immersed in,
your use of words while complex were really exquisite, your delivery precise.

One day i may write so well, BRAVO

[paul]

great title. i too should recognize tranquil, when it comes

once again your wholly unique style and stunning imagery combine to leave me in wonder

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what jumped through my distended perceptions most here was the phonetic structure and the power those solid consonants deliver~incredible subtle gradients connecting emotional substance and the almost magikal effects of sounds ~

[Robin]

there is perspective to life and yours is always beautifully expressed ~

[Bubo]

Don't we all seek tranquil beauty.........amid turmoil that we cannot escape except through death, a very profound, moving piece, with so many lines that were just brilliant.

[Ruth]

Fate deals a rough hand at times! A burdensome fate is never easy, we just have to learn to laugh back at it!
Awesome work love, the voice here is a powerful one!
All, at times may be in dissaray but there is method lol
xx

[An owl on the moon]

Just the title is a profound poem.. and you bring us more.. that yours has not been the easy lot, you have had to fight for your piece and your peace.. yet you bring us beauty here served with a golden spoon.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

borrowings from neatly scheduled days

that is such an apt description.. striking image.
soft gentle, exquisite language swaha..