WHEN THE TRANQUILS ARE TOUCHED

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

2 thoughts on “WHEN THE TRANQUILS ARE TOUCHED

  1. 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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