Tranquilo (Tranquil) Poem by Nika McGuin
Tranquilo (Tranquil)
Peach skies on the horizon
whisper to me that the day
is coming to an end
The hours that have come and gone
are of those that'll never return
this is fact, as sure as the setting sun
eases into a subtle afternoon burn
A calmness settles over this place
the copper flecks of afternoon sunlight
reflect softly on the walls of the office
and the suited workers commence to gazing longingly
out the windows, counting down inwardly the minutes
As they set out into the parking lot
the skies fade into serene shades of lavender and cream
the hours that remain flow as languidly as viscous honey
once home, tranquility envelopes them like a warm heavy blanket
and at last, the day is done
Note: Tranquilo is Spanish for calm or peaceful.
Pronounced: Trahn - key - low
Colour is a vital element in verse and you handle it like a true artist. This is a very fine poem, Nika, and once again another of your poems is going into my favourites' list. One day I'll make it a Nika day! I can read Spanish but have never tried to write a poem in it, though I write quite a bit in French. Love Spanish poetry tho especially Lorca
Hi Tom, thanks so much for your lovely comment. I've posted a poem or two in Spanish here on PH if you want to check them out. But how nice that you know multiple languages! I'm limited to English and Spanish. I think I've heard of Lorca but I've never read their work. I'll have to look into it. I like Spanish poetry as well. When I was in Nicaragua I made sure to purchase a little book of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Your sensuous language not only gives me a vivid experience of COLORS folding and unfolding, it also casts a spell that put me in a mental drowse, made me surrender to inactivity, and feel tranquilo is the best possible state of being. I allowed myself to come close to the state of the LOTOS-EATERS in Tennyson's poem, but there is a profound difference: The LOTOS-EATERS willingly ate a drug which robbed them of their volition; I surrendered to a spell created by words that does not cancel volition. I entered a unique poetic space, was washed and refreshed, then left it behind and reentered our common reality, with tendrils of tranquilo lingering in my mind. I'll call this Nika's Peach Therapy.