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.
MARIE’S SERENE SURROUNDINGS:
FIRE
Fireplace captivates –
holds my eyes in place; my heart
releasing its race.
WATER
Night sky’s silent moon
presides over a serene
song of sluggish waves
WIND
Perched in autumn’s tree,
color floating around me
as my book leaves turn.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
WALT’S TRANQUILITY:
DRAWN TO THE WATER
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
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
THE VIEW FROM HIGH UPON A DUNE
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.
A soothing retreat, Bill!
Love this, William, especially “a faux clock’s clanged command.”
” faux clock’s clanged command”
How creative is this!
William, I loved this. Felt that ‘breathed peace’ as well.
Marie, Your three pieces strike as a collective high haiku.
Thank you Bill.
Tranquility
On the beach
Tourists gone
Cooler temps
And a breeze
Tranquility
On the porch
Rocking chair
Just we two
Nothing to do
Tranquility
Time alone
No distractions
Talking to God
Being blessed
Tranquility
Peacefully told, Earl! Your style never fails.
Makes me sigh, this.
Ah, those quiet moments are precious, Earl. Perfect.
Walt, your poem draws me to the sea, Marvellous.
Thank you, Sir. That’s my tranquil place.
The reason I can be transquil:
God’s Here With Me
Chorus:
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.
(Chorus)
In death’s dark vale
He walks with me
On mountain trails,
I see his face
From day to day
He’s always there
(Chorus)
Beautifully done, Darlene! Very melodic.
Indeed!
Perhaps you could write the tune, Walt?
Actually, Marie, a success story this week! I was able to find a free music mauuscript program and was able to write out the melody running t hrough my head.
That’s great!
Darlene, was it ‘MuseScore?” I use that. It’s fairly easy to learn and use.
Wonderful, Darlene. “whatever ‘here’ that here may be…” is profound.
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.
You’ve placed me right there. Very serene.
Lovely, Grace!
And speaking of making me sigh? This. Wonderful, my friend.
Perfect, Grace. Loved the moment with you, so many times getting ‘almost’ still (swaying sing prime example) becomes a prayer moment.
(Be gone for a week or so visiting the grands. Everyone have fun.)
Relaxing
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.
I am in anticipation of my first grand in June. Nothing I could think of as more tranquil than a new light in the world. Enjoy and we’ll see you soon, Debi.
Walt, you will be totally “ruint.” It is the purpose grandchildren are born for, to ruin us giddy ol’ folks.
Love that second stanza, Debi. Enjoy your trip!
Beautiful!
Enjoy your time away, Debi. I just returned. 😉
Congrats Walt. Nothing in the world like the grands
Debi, this is a beautiful moment. I love watching the branches sway overhead, beneath the weight of wind, birds, squirrels. So tranquil.
Enjoy the grands!
Thanks Damon, we had a great time.
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.
A very visual poem, Sara! And the peacefulness is quite stunning. Well done!
Thank you, Mr. Romance!
Mr. Romance. Right?! 😀
Love this, Sara. Especially “tickling stones.”
Thanks, Marie!
I’m blushing. You’re to kind with that Sara. Not wrong, but too kind! 😉
😀
O Sara, not only visual, but audible peace. I love the “leaves / which seem to dand on limbs.” What a phrase!
Thanks, Damon!
Walt and Marie: You really outdid yourselves with this prompt.
Thanks, sweetie!
On a wooden bridge
Watching the creek ripple by
My thoughts dance along
Oh yes! Tranquil, indeed! Wish I could be there, right now.
I “entered” too soon. I also love the word choice “dance” along. Perfect!
Connie, perfection. I love bridge poems.
Marie, your trio of elements portrays tranquility in excellent form and fashion. Beautiful.
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.
(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?
Tran-quill-ity
some never know,
a peace that sprouts within.
© Damon Dean, 2019