recognising irrelevance
of the function of mind
as far as soul growth goes
our endowed enableabilities displayed
be they be judged as good or mediocre
do not create the slightest ripple
in our present moment orientation
which is energised by bliss magnetism
reverberating within as silent thunder
in incessant renewal continual
I love my quiescent moments
or being in a quiescent state of mind.
Many times in my life, I submerge myself
in quietness, stillness when I am alone.
Times when there are concerns, issues,
matters important to me or to my children
or to someone I care that are out of my
control and I could not do any damn thing.
These moments of quietness, stillness leads
to contemplation, connecting to myself and
my innermost thoughts for understanding or
insights to accept that I cannot do anything.
Accepting that I also cannot help somebody no
matter how hard I try and I cannot do anything,
if he/she does not want to do anything and it is
not a failure in my part because I tried my best.
There are times when I am with a company or
group finding myself in a quiescent state of mind.
When I don’t want to listen to either one of the
three C’s: complaining, criticizing and comparing.
When I don’t want to hear boasting or me, me, me.
When somebody just keeps on talking, not listening.
I am in their company physically, but not really with
them for I rather be in my quiescent state of mind.
"The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit." Psalm 34:18 of King James Bible
Quiet moments with God
Quench spiritual thirst
Quelling angst by grace so
Quickened faith finds peace from
Quandary of guilt and
Qualms that beset heart midst
Quirks seeking serene bliss.
February 7, 2024
5th place, "Quagmire, Quest, Quiescent Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/13/2024.
Quiescence 2-6-24
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Quiescent
Snowfall resonates in unison’s octaves,
In low tones of falling flakes’ pink vibrations,
Waterfalls of snowflakes in gentle billows
Pulse in halcyon –
The resting heartbeat of dozing snowflowers.
Feathery gifts from the unselfish heavens,
Unhurried stillness
Hushed drifts,
Suspended between half light and vesper veils
In reposes of resolved hibernation.
Hypnotic hum of drifting hues, soothing bleakness,
Lingers through broadbands of snowy calm,
Like floating tides of resolution,
Lays hands on unsettled winds
And the flushed pulse of whiteouts.
In shades of snowbound solitude,
Drawn into the spellbound cadence
Of snowfall reveries' vital signs,
Breath slows into mesmerizing harmony,
Sinking into the hush to banish blizzards.
“Activity makes my life colorful. To be quiescent is relaxing, but when it prolongs, I feel I am dead.” – By Poet
Day after day passes
With rarely a purpose to fulfill
Thoughts after thoughts flit,
With nothing to hold in memory.
I am stuck on the lonely highway of life.
No addendum!
Up the long path of life,
From joy to pain,
And from pain to joy,
I have been oscillating all these years.
Now my mind is empty.
No exhilarating emotions.
No vexing thoughts
No nagging concerns
No convulsing tidal swaying
Like a placid lake with no ripples
Like a sponge with water squeezed out
Like a kite refusing to soar high,
I am now a bough on a sturdy stem,
Resisting to be touched by the wind!
You might think I have learned,
To look at life with a level brow
And enjoy the stillness of my mind,
When the mad scramble in me dies.
Perhaps you are right.
But I detest this mental hiatus,
This numbing languorousness,
This sickening emotional torpor!
Am I becoming a log over the moving currents?
From this quiescent state, I look for a release.
The night enlightenment in with quiescent stage
Of nature, refining gracious and endless age.
Shadows dance rhapsody round slumber's existence
As evening due settles discreetly some distance.
A vision, a red velvet rosebud of beauty
a subtle sweetness scent, sensual, and fruity.
Spring breast inner quiescence echoes ebullient,
Nature's reverence favorable ambient.
"Plop me down on my bed with a good show on TV or a book to read and I will be at least physically quiescent. To get my mind to be completely at rest, give me a few of my Temazepams." quote by poet
In quietude she lay – completely still.
She’d turned off all distractions that one day.
She’d made it clear she’d stay this way until
the clutter in her mind would go away,
for so consumed by thoughts, she could not sleep,
and random things kept coming to her mind.
Frustration thwarted her, and it lay deep
inside of her, so peace she could not find.
Oh, how she wished for all these thoughts to end.
Not moving, she kept lying on her bed,
unable still to even comprehend
why crazy notions whirled inside her head.
“My restless legs! I must get up,” cried she,
“Quiescent now I simply cannot be.”
Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy?
Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile?
Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy?
Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while?
Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless.
Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way
So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless.
Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away.
The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next
The tranquil interval between death and resurrection
When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed
Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection.
This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn.
To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn
“Nature’s rhapsody waves spread
pearls of joy on the quiet shore of soul.” – By Poet
The whistling breeze of the beguiling spring
shimmers the aura the ripples of ether bring.
Freedom cascades with the ecstasy cadence,
the soaring birds carry on their wings of renascence
to the soundless height where they fly
in the seamless cerulean sky.
Looking up enchanted and engrossed intent,
I’m swathed by nature’s rhapsody wave silent,
swaying me on the swells of solitude,
suffusing me with the fervor renewed,
and with the sense of fulfillment,
the joy of living creates with content.
My mind echoes placidly with finesse
the mystique music of soothing calmness.
Tranquility flows in my serene mindscape
with the stream of rapture agape,
carries my soul away from the whirlpool of strife,
as I swim quiescent in the calm river called life.
QUIESCENT
After the hurly-burly of a busy day
Handling and juggling all those facts
Let the others go out again to play
Me, I only desire to rest and relax
Me, I only desire to rest and relax
Close my eyes and to think of stars
Peaceful moments work often lacks
Ignoring the sound of all passing cars
Ignoring the sound of all passing cars
Let the street outside just do its thing
Halfway to Heaven, going past Mars
Feeling the charge that quiet can bring
No longer any need to be effervescent
Just get comfortable and be quiescent
The quiescent oaks shiver in the cold
Their fugacious leaves blown away in the breeze
February will you bring me closer to spring bold
If anyway possible would you please
Now the susurration of winter's wind
So different from sighing of the pines
How I long for angular sun's warmth, my friend
For time in the sun, how I have pined
There's pale gray wool flung across the sky
A cold white shawl draped upon the lawn
Before the sun rises to warm by and by
When sun illuminates the crack of dawn
Chilled daffodils tender shoots peek through the earth
Seeking the sun's early light and warm touch
Once more to refresh the bulbs' life with mirth
Invite early insects to tickle its trumpet and such
Written: January 30, 2024
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"Except during the nascent stages of real humility, true love remains quiescent." By Poet
Fragmented Form: A rhyme form created by poetess: Constance La France
Calm and quiescent, yet restless and untamed,
I realize contentment in this particular instance.
Unruly and unbridled epiphany—feel unashamed,
Their routines are seamless of their existence.
Embedded in my core—words lie idle in my mind,
In an evanescent suffocation, downcast and confined.
Quiescent, craving liberty—eager to be divined,
Regrouping with family upon shelter and care.
Feeling fugacious, free to float forward and flare,
Words have become quiescent—in my dare.
My life has a secret vault in the back, framed,
A sanctum, I retreat to unveil glee in assistance.
My heart unlocks this hide—for who seek to find,
This closet has a door for all who wish to share.
Seasons
of emptiness-
barren,desert dry
poetry can lie
undisturbed
dormant on this page.
a dead object ‘til
the cadence
of a voice
intones
instils
&
thus
becomes alive
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
Still shallow waters,
Fish unseen, hugging the brackish bed,
Salt grass and saltwort give ample shade
And shelter from hungry predators
That fly around the insurmountable
Pinnacles of the surrounding hills.
The lad sits quietly on a small wooden pier,
Mulling on thoughts that elevate his soul.
No vale of darkness shall invade his being,
At least not while he rests before the stretch of water.
For there alone he feels at peace.
Indeed the quiescent waters refresh him.
Even the flapping of some solitary sea duck
Will not ruffle his meditative mind.
Suddenly he hears voices and a boat arrives
To end his peaceful stay on the water way.
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