Thursday, May 7, 2009

A day of rarest mundane peace

Away from all the noise and fuss
Where no wounding question cuts
It floats along the gentle breeze,
Fragrant with that charming mood
When all things work as just they should –
A day of rarest mundane peace!

Which flows through heart in crystal streams
As like golden springtime dreams
That fill my heart with restful joy.

So in hope with words I try
To catch the day that’s passing by
So that I can when I may
Breathe again the peaceful day
Which in days of clouded sky
Will glow like gilded butterfly.


Sui Generis said...

Ahan! a rhymimg poem...loved the title "a day of rarest mundane peace"....u seem to be overcoming the anxiety of influence...Eliot is so yesterday...Abin is here today ;)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so beautiful, especially "in days of clouded sky will glow like gilded butterfly." Very lovely.

Laurie Kolp said...

So lovely... peace and butterflies go hand in hand. I especially like the second stanza. Thanks for participating in Real Toads.

Lolamouse said...

"a day of rarest mundane peace..." What I wouldn't give for one of those! A nice cup of tea, the butterflies, and all is well. Ahhh....

Susie Clevenger said...

We should seek a place of peaceful retreat to release our anxiety and become more a person of peace...I love this...a day of rarest mundane pace...glow like a gilded butterfly...Lovely writing!!

Kay L. Davies said...

Perhaps warmongers don't want peace just because it IS mundane. They're bored and they want to stir up some trouble. Unfortunately, war affects people who didn't want it and still don't want it.
Peace, Abin, my friend. Peace to you and yours.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Annelisa said...


That was a lovely start to the day, to read your poem...

Wishing you and yours peace and happiness x

Annelisa said...

Btw...would love to know what you would've put on a peaceglobe I suspect it would've been colourful! :-)