Evening descends like a hushed silence,
and tranquility is its marker.
Her song is a lilting lullaby
in the shadows of the night.
There’s no threat of violence
as the midnight sky grows much darker.
The constellations fill the sky
contradicting darkness, bringing light.
© Walter J Wojtanik -2019
Offered at:
Poetic Asides: Cyhydedd Naw Ban (Welsh Poetry Form)
and
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille – …and the most beautiful words are…
tranquility
A variation of the form written as a companion piece to “Comes the Morning”
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
he thought his life to be quite crappy.
He seemed to have this crazy need
to be the very best indeed.
He struggled hard to be the best,
to bounce life’s “bullets” off his chest.
To reach the very top, to him
was more than just a crazy whim.
A wise man gave him some advice
and told the boy to just think twice.
He pointed to a stately tree,
(it looked quite like a Larch to he).
He challenged the boy to reach the top,
climb to the highest height, then stop.
The boy adhered to his command
and climbed the tree, hand over hand.
Then, there was not another branch to breech.
The young man had climbed up each
spindly branch. Sometimes his footing was unsure,
but thought the man’s advice was pure.
He reached the very top did he,
to see as far as the eye could see.
He paused a moment, looked around
and then the man waved the boy down.
As the two stood side by side,
the boy and his sage old life guide
both looked up to view the span
and here’s where the lesson soon began.
“Tell me, lad, what did you find?”
He stood in silence, wracked his mind
and started to explain his revelation
from high up in that elevation.
“When I reached the very top I saw
that my ambition had one flaw.”
And this boy who was once cynical
found out when he had reached the pinnacle
that he could not climb any higher
he was atop of life’s high wire.
After a while he grew quite bored
and he feared if he would slip he’d soar
to the ground, to a bad ending.
And in that, there was no defending
where he thought he needed to be.
He just needed to do his best you see,
and not something that was not sustainable,
the reasoning is quite explainable.
“You can only go so high, my boy,
some do go higher, I won’t lie,
but there is peril in that decision,
you could be met with sad derision.
Just be the best you that you can be
and those around you sure will see,
that you can keep your head and all
and will not take that tragic fall.”
The boy thought and nodded, then gave a grin
and knew he should agree with him.
MORAL: Be happy with what this life will give,
for that’s the only way to live!