POETIC BLOOMINGS, a site established in May 2011 and which reunites Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.


Find peace in the reflection of still waters

Vocabulary.com Dictionary interprets the sense of tranquility as such:

Tranquillity* is a sense of peace and quiet. It is the feeling you have while sitting under a starry sky, listening to the crickets. The aura of tranquility comes from the calm in the world, which makes you feel you are without a care (in the world).

By definition, tranquility is quiet, peace, stillness, serenity, placid, relaxed … I think you get a sense (as if you didn’t know already!). Write a scene or circumstance that you would deem tranquil. And to paraphrase Mr. Trebek, make sure it is in the form of a poem!

* Apparently, it can be spelled with a double “L’ as well.




Fireplace captivates –
holds my eyes in place; my heart
releasing its race.


Night sky’s silent moon
presides over a serene
song of sluggish waves


Perched in autumn’s tree,
color floating around me
as my book leaves turn.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019




I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky  ~John Masefield from “Sea Fever”

I am drawn to the water,
a sanctuary dank and deep,
where Neptune’s sleep is unsullied
and tranquil. I will go there

where a sailor’s son should roam,
a second home for a weary traveler,
a reveler in life’s safe harbor.
Looking towards horizons and distant

spaces, of  foreign faces that grace these places
and dreams of adventure of which there are many.
Anyone who is so drawn is a son of the sea,
a welcomed one who is asked but one thing,

“What will you bring to the sea?”
for treasures that abound are found deep within,
and in their discovery we find ourselves.
I am ever-drawn to the water

a sanctuary dank and deep,
where the son of a sailor finds eternal sleep.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2019

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  1. William Preston on said:


    Each ocean wave
    beats softy on the waiting sand;
    each ocean wave
    breathes peace to me; it seems to save
    me from a faux clock’s clanged command.
    With time, perhaps, I’ll understand
    each ocean wave.

  2. William Preston on said:

    Marie, Your three pieces strike as a collective high haiku.

  3. Earl Parsons on said:


    On the beach
    Tourists gone
    Cooler temps
    And a breeze

    On the porch
    Rocking chair
    Just we two
    Nothing to do

    Time alone
    No distractions
    Talking to God
    Being blessed

  4. William Preston on said:

    Walt, your poem draws me to the sea, Marvellous.

  5. Darlene Franklin on said:

    The reason I can be transquil:

    God’s Here With Me

    God’s here with me
    Whatever “here” that here may be

    Verse one:
    God’s here with me
    He goes before
    He goes behind
    Where I can’t see
    He’s at my hand
    And holds me high.
    In death’s dark vale
    He walks with me
    On mountain trails,
    I see his face
    From day to day
    He’s always there

  6. Perfect Peace

    Gentle breeze breathes a sigh,
    rustling leaves in passing by.
    Eagles quiet glide on high
    spying prey from the sky.
    Lazy river sings its song,
    hitting rocks that don’t belong.
    Swing groans in rhythmic beat
    as feet make it sway, retreat.
    Soul surrenders to perfect peace
    as to the Creator fears release.

  7. (Be gone for a week or so visiting the grands. Everyone have fun.)


    The wind in the treetops
    goes squeezing through
    the ticklish branches
    they wriggle and sway
    in frivolity.

    Some trees are old
    thick on spreading roots
    rigid in dignity
    only their great shoulders
    trembling with hilarity

    Far on the ground below
    I sit on the deck and smile
    the wind and the trees
    and me enjoying
    a sweet bonhomie.

  8. Stream of Consciousness

    Marked by a gray marbled rock,
    vibrant maple stands. Soft breezes
    blow through burgundy leaves
    which seem to dance on limbs. Sit
    at base of tree, and listen
    for that trickling sound,
    water splashing and tickling stones.

  9. Walt and Marie: You really outdid yourselves with this prompt.

  10. On a wooden bridge
    Watching the creek ripple by
    My thoughts dance along

  11. Marie, your trio of elements portrays tranquility in excellent form and fashion. Beautiful.

  12. Walt, your perfect poem reflects the rhythm of the sea and ocean…I’ve often thought of the quote you led with as a ‘sailor’s rap’ and indeed, you followed it with a ‘rap’ discourse of your own.

  13. (Just two weeks late….well. )

    Across the Pen

    There is a quiet
    some don’t see,
    don’t feel, don’t hear, don’t know.

    It is to write,
    from heart to page,
    to speak, to live, to grow.

    A soul’s thoughts travel
    from the heart,
    to mind, to hand, then sown

    like seeds upon
    an earthy page,
    to grow where they are thrown.

    The words spill out
    and whether read,
    or not, your thoughts are known.

    The peace of planting
    thoughts throughout
    the world across a pen?

    some never know,
    a peace that sprouts within.

    © Damon Dean, 2019

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