Lying cool under the shaded sky
Like the almost dead who knows no pain
It gives no clue as to what is new
Until the sky sends its tears by
Not only are her eyes detected
Her hands and legs kick
As their complaints are heard from far
Oh what can happens
When tranquil waters are touched!
II
Lying cool under the shaded sky
Like a foolish bloodless animal
It sheds no quill as to what it feels
Until pickaxes dig with their mouths to its skin rig
Then you hear the sound of pain
From the mouth of the earth
Even the rains cause it to shake its head
With sounds unnatural
Oh what can happen
When tranquil lands are touched!
II
If hands or sticks
Hit not the surface of the drum
It cries not
Then again, its cries can be skilfully made
To move feet in directions desirable
Its opposite and we have a deafening disaster
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Mum Cee 
2 replies on “WHEN THE TRANQUILS ARE TOUCHED”
Exactly, how I feel when I’m enjoying my splendid isolation, in tranquility and then enters ‘another’ full of agitation from the outside world. Then I become someone else. Great poem, like a mirror.
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Thanks Pam. You are amazing always.
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