Ode to Tranquility
Ode to Tranquility
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In my mind I am confused,
and I am certainly lost.
Overthinking a mind overused,
with common sense tossed.
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I seek a calmer gentler space,
where my troubles can unwind.
But how to find that place?
for the solace in stillness, I want to find.
.
I’ve let my soul immerse in nature’s grace,
but I’ve yet to feel calm.
In her abundance and embrace,
I am seduced by her charms.
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In the mountain tops I often seek,
the quietude it bestows.
The tranquil solace that I speak,
is broken by rivers that crash and flow.
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Once I was at the beach,
low tide waters constantly splashed,
gentle waves beckoned me.
All I saw were sand dunes collapsed.
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In the park, solitude was near.
Under an old ancient oak,
it calmed me and dispelled my fears.
My life’s journey it spoke.
.
The sinuous lines on its bark,
showed me struggles like mine.
Stillness standing so tall in the park,
made my soul shine.
.
At night I became entranced.
Beneath the starry skies,
under that ancient oak, dreams danced.
In serenity my spirit flies.
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This is an elemental ode, a poem that glorifies everyday things. Chilean poet *Pablo Neruda* is associated with this genre and is a master at venerating the most common things, the sock, salt, and/or tomato. The poem structure is at the discretion of the poet.
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This poem has rhyme scheme abab in quatrains.
© asaph
#writco#poetry #WritcoQuote #asaph306
.
In my mind I am confused,
and I am certainly lost.
Overthinking a mind overused,
with common sense tossed.
.
I seek a calmer gentler space,
where my troubles can unwind.
But how to find that place?
for the solace in stillness, I want to find.
.
I’ve let my soul immerse in nature’s grace,
but I’ve yet to feel calm.
In her abundance and embrace,
I am seduced by her charms.
.
In the mountain tops I often seek,
the quietude it bestows.
The tranquil solace that I speak,
is broken by rivers that crash and flow.
.
Once I was at the beach,
low tide waters constantly splashed,
gentle waves beckoned me.
All I saw were sand dunes collapsed.
.
In the park, solitude was near.
Under an old ancient oak,
it calmed me and dispelled my fears.
My life’s journey it spoke.
.
The sinuous lines on its bark,
showed me struggles like mine.
Stillness standing so tall in the park,
made my soul shine.
.
At night I became entranced.
Beneath the starry skies,
under that ancient oak, dreams danced.
In serenity my spirit flies.
.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is an elemental ode, a poem that glorifies everyday things. Chilean poet *Pablo Neruda* is associated with this genre and is a master at venerating the most common things, the sock, salt, and/or tomato. The poem structure is at the discretion of the poet.
.
This poem has rhyme scheme abab in quatrains.
© asaph
#writco#poetry #WritcoQuote #asaph306