There are days when Wild Woman
has to question:
Is this inner peace she feels,
or simply exhaustion?
LOL. Well, Susan said a short poem is okay. Posted for her Midweek Motif prompt: Tranquility. And a more serious one:
One can travel the world
in its pursuit,
but true tranquility
can only be found
in one's heart.
You didn't have to take me so literally! And yet, these bits of wisdom charm with their directness, and I can imagine them said under a very large tree.
ReplyDeleteI loved both the poems, but the second one will stay with me for a long time. Such true words, Sherry :)
ReplyDeleteI too love both the poems.. indeed tranquility is best found when one's heart is at peace :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I like both short pieces!
ReplyDeleteTranquil pond/ A frog jumps in/ Ripples glinting
ReplyDeleteI like both of these--each is very wise. Thank you for reading my poem as well. It is good to be posting here again after being away for a while. Such nice people here. Oh I also love the photo you posted with this--the very image of tranquil.
ReplyDeleteAh. Is it exhaustion!? I wonder.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's true that tranquility can only be found in oneself eventually. Well-penned. :-)
-HA
Tranquility is a true gift to the heart!
ReplyDeleteTranquility truly does reside in the heart. The photo is lovely and the first poem makes me grin in agreement.
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly said! and first - humorous one, I like much. :)
ReplyDeleteWisdom lies in both, Sherry! You bring so much to the sphere of blogs...thank you, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteHow true are your words as the answer is inside us all the time.
ReplyDeleteThat is actually an important question to ask oneself...peel away a layer or two and there are probably several emotions masquerading as others!
ReplyDeleteBoth excellent poems, Sherry. I wonder the same thing myself at times.
ReplyDeleteYou make me laugh with the blurry line between tranquility and exhaustion.
ReplyDeleteLuv how the meditation of the first draws the wisdom for the second.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in to read mine
Much love...
Both poems speak volumes Sherry - ultimately tranquility must come from inside i suppose but external circumstances often seem to stand in the way..which make us tired and exhaustion becomes a state - not quite tranquil but inert maybe? two wonderfully short but full poems xo
ReplyDeletepeace rests in the heart -it beats regularly with a steady rhythm otherwise...well no peace..perhaps heart disease..well written ...'brevity is the soul of wit'
ReplyDeleteI have asked myself that before. Could there be a hint there for reaching inner peace?
ReplyDeleteWell that first poem certainly has MY heart <3
ReplyDeleteI think I'm living that first poem!
ReplyDeleteWords of wisdom, Sherry!! Thanks for sharing your words. I needed them today :)
ReplyDeleteI think on some days, just exhaustion, smiles ~ But so true where we can find true peace ~
ReplyDeleteI'll go with the second, more serious one. that's what tranquility is. calm. lightweight. and serious. not dead but serene serious, if there's a term like that...lol
ReplyDeletePeace comes from within. Very well said.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to the exhaustion/tranquility debate. But, though it's hard to find, I know when it's in my heart. I hope it's always in yours.
ReplyDeleteHa...no matter the state of the heart...tranquillity must have quiet... not a howling wind gale shaking the skeleton of an old house ...like it is here on the plains this Sunday afternoon.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Sherry! Loved both the comic relief as well as the wonderful second one. I said the same thing to someone when commenting on their poem before. Hope you are doing well and not exhausting yourself too much (sorry I should have said "being tranquil too much"!).
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