Whilst some
crave release, a break from the mad rush;
others embrace the cage they’ve made —
tranquility’s some hippy delusion
but this poet
refusing all calmer contemplations
& with urgent verbs rips the cloth
from ‘neath your candelabra
before burning your house down —
Image by Stephen Radford on Unsplash. A quadrille for Dverse where Lillian is hosting and asks us to write on ‘tranquility’, the 10th most beautiful word in the English language (and here’s the rest ).
And here’s Philip Glass with ‘Mad Rush’
Peter Frankis writes 
I’d fetch a match but I think you’ve already one to hand.
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Bravo.
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those “urgent verbs” speak loud and clear in this passionate inferno – a very original take on the theme Peter!
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Wow!!! Just wow!!! Urgent verbs and a yanking violent sudden action with that tablecloth, upsetting not the proverbial apple cart but a pretentious candelabra!!! That’ll yank me out of a doldrum or a maelstrom!
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Holy cow, this ending is phenomenal:
“with urgent verbs rips the cloth
from ‘neath your candelabra
before burning your house down”
As one who feels the urgency of verbs, often, this cracks me to the core.
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This is a great poem… tranquility as a delusion when we need to bring out the matches… yes these times are urgent.
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Evocative words every which way. Tranquility and complacency are two different things. If you can’t find a moment of peace in the eye of the storm, which we are in right now, there will be no energy to hold on when it counts. Please don’t burn my house down (metaphorically speaking, of course.)
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Although my fibro house won’t burn too easily, I am fairly sure the world is going to. And if there is no course of action? Enjoy one’s cage? A thought-provoking piece, Peter.
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Thanks Steve, glad you liked (you’d be surprised what a few well placed adjectives can do :-))
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