#placid
Serenely the swan
Through the placid misty lake
With elegance glides.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
I am awoken from a restful sleep aware of the fresh air
the open window brings as she begins to sing
it is the sound of the loon calling me to her side
I stride towards the beckoning sound and her shore
as the door swings open to a new dawn and a rising sun
the early morning mist departing to reveal her beauty
she is glass like this day, stillness the allure
her stillness belies her truth that she can be rough enough
as I stand beside her admiring the horizon she willingly displays
my ears are attune to her lapping sounds, my heart calm
launching my canoe I begin to paddle amidst her blueness
each stroke like the combing of her hair with twirls and curls
today she allows me to glide with ease yet she can also be a tease
the gentle breeze now professed can transform into a mighty storm
it is within her grace that she allows me this place of serenity
for she could as easily sweep off my serendipity with a rough sea
sounds of gulls take my eyes upwards into the clear blue sky
watching them soar all the while jealous of their ability for flight
a honking sound now has me looking to my right to catch sight
of a gaggle of geese in mid-flight her back their launching pad
and without warning there’s a splash as a fish leaps into the air
in search of its morning dish of insect and bugs, as it dives
back into the water, its sanctuary, its home I am reminded again
of her kindness that she provides in sheltering bays
her gentle waves taking me on a journey into the depths
of this lake they call Placid
Andreas Simic©
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:16 AM UTC
rims rolling, underneath the machine moving
on a path beaten
legs of one leaving, they look good
departing
she had a packet of sugar, what was it
she sought to sweeten
tarter than battery acid, acidic lady
who makes the mood, placid
you try, gathering to go after
to follow this feeling, disheartening
this love was a disaster
but you want more, mayday man
maybe, today
you'll get her
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 4:10 AM UTC
Drifted off into the space
for I was
adamant about my perception.
People abhorred
my placid nature
for my impressions created
a ripple effect in continuous motion.
Stray thoughts I possessed
something awoken yet under-acknowledged
the unseen beauty vanished into the deepest oceans.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
and our whining eyes,
with time, get adjusted to
the deadly darkness.
"
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Received on February 14th, valentines day
Not meant to be this way
Just for my soul to train
The cup she gave me
my valued possession
turned to the thing
blocking progression
I drink from it
Filled with rage
Wrists un-slid
again, this stage
Keep it to tease
the beast inside me
for if I throw it away
I would be the same
that I was the day
I broke her
and threw her away
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
Meet me where the Daisies bloom
where it often showers too.
Meet me at the crack of dawn
It will be only me and you.
Meet me where the sun-rays fall
and paint my hair auburn-red.
We'll walk around the mossy knolls
and run upon the grassy bed.
Meet me where the trees and leaves
are still dripping with the morning dew.
Meet me at the quiet end, all alone, with a placid view.
All I need is a simple gesture
or even a solemn promise from you.
Promise me you will come for me
Then I will think about it too.
A.S.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Placid water parts,
Up flies quick, a cormorant;
Epiphanous this!
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
On the lake
Sits a toad,
An ugly thing
Three years old
With boils,
large lumps,
And a croak
That challenges
The voice
Of an old woman
Who smokes.
Placidly he stares
Off in space,
And doesn't care
What takes a glance
And passes upon his lake.
He is a simple thing,
Three years old
Admiring tranquility
On a quiet lake.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Anxious, strained, agitated, placid, still, dispassionate
Reference the DSM and of its many pages
Ask ad infinitum, Will you heal schism?
Lines of my shape in shade
seem monstrous when
I've been your part and whole
well before your birth
Not long ago you were
pale, semen-white
I breathed over
your mother's neck
I painted canvas
with color
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
He was lake placid
Her shadow fell on water,
The lake is ablaze.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
The pills do not work like promised,
For the thoughts still remain.
They have accomplished little,
Other than to drive me insane.
I feel myself becoming emotionless,
The medication smothers my ability to feel.
It helps me to endure this situation,
But it allows no room to heal.
But these blue pills, at least they are something,
Something to ease my suffering.
These many bad nights have left me terrified,
For I am prone to shuddering.
Having hindered emotions
Is better than feeling anxious or depressed.
So I will take this treatment even if
Happiness also suffers in the pursuit of rest.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Your soul's obscene
The worst I've seen
Your soul's to putrid
It's been polluted
Your soul's turned rancid
It's stagnant and placid
You are a travesty
An unforgivable tragedy
Stick that needle in your arm
Anything that harms
Pop those pills
You have no self will
Continue doing what you do
But you can count on this, I'm through
The smell of death surrounds you
Your choices are growing few
I'm tired of being on the wall, the fly
Just sitting here watching you die
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
You have a seemingly Placid mind that Strikes back with the Vengeance of a Thousand slain Kings.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
My tears have caught in my eye sockets,
Far back where they cannot pass.
I yearn for the temporary relief of their flowing,
But that relief would not last.
Once the tears dried up,
Resolve trickling back into my mind,
Self-hatred would be the only feeling,
The only thing I would find.
So, crying is not worth it,
Though I feel ready to explode.
I have run far from my past,
When the tears always flowed.
To return now, to break down my wall,
Of cold, placid emotion,
I think that would be a fall,
Some sort of pitiful demotion.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
You are an artifact, chiseled alabaster,
I am just molded plaster of Paris,
You remain rich shiny white,
irrespective of seasonal changes,
I need frequent involvement of hands
that know their craft well,
to be seen as an object of art, that barely survives,
but still brittle, would easily turn to dust.
Men and women are different, inside out
I was told, I see it myself now and delighted!
Over and over again I ask you to be aware of
the limitations that tie me down and forgive
but you won't accept, go on with your life quietly
caring so much to keep my sinking heart buoyant.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Aprils fresh teardrops
Brings a placid and lulling
Sensual melody
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC