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Quietly Rustling
#WritcoPoemPrompt14
Ssshhh, don't make a sound,
Ssshhh, the devil is abound,
Ssshhh, stay under,
Ssshhh, stay your shudder...
Another time another place, I am a thriving leaf, fully grown. My stem is separating from the mighty oak tree. I am the prodigal son, seperating to be free. Now drifting, twisting circling spinning into the unknown. Away from the mighty oak tree. The family of growing leaves wish that I would stay. I am resisting their love, believing I have to find my own way. Drifting deeper into the unknown. I hear strange and frightening sounds. Within the core of darkness, I am completely alone. The spirit of eerie darkness abounds. It's reaching to interrupt my downward spiral, getting closer I'm captured in time. I feel darkness clammy fingers on my shoulder. I haven't made any plans to escape, I don't know what to do. Darkness abounds it has me under its control. Where I am going I will never know. We're entering the chamber of shadows, they're lost forever hiding away. I am forced to sit at the table where horrible memories abounds everywhere. I hear the sounds of frightening laughter, however I am unamused, by the increasing sounds, that fills the room. I become their servant performing odd jobs know one else would do. Given only minutes to rest. Then suddenly I remembered, my father the mighty oak tree. Lamentation gripping me. Trying to muster up the courage to break free. Then at s distance, I see the glimpse of increasing lights. Know one notice, I am surprised. When the light source shines around me. It leading me in a familiar direction, unafraid I rest in its care. While moving quickly within the beauty of somewhere. Somehow I am facing my father the mighty oak tree. He extends his branches, I am attached immediately. All is forgiven. I am where I should be. My father provides nourishment, as I relate to with my natural family and the memories of our maturing leaves. Quietly rustling.
© Daniel Mason
Ssshhh, don't make a sound,
Ssshhh, the devil is abound,
Ssshhh, stay under,
Ssshhh, stay your shudder...
Another time another place, I am a thriving leaf, fully grown. My stem is separating from the mighty oak tree. I am the prodigal son, seperating to be free. Now drifting, twisting circling spinning into the unknown. Away from the mighty oak tree. The family of growing leaves wish that I would stay. I am resisting their love, believing I have to find my own way. Drifting deeper into the unknown. I hear strange and frightening sounds. Within the core of darkness, I am completely alone. The spirit of eerie darkness abounds. It's reaching to interrupt my downward spiral, getting closer I'm captured in time. I feel darkness clammy fingers on my shoulder. I haven't made any plans to escape, I don't know what to do. Darkness abounds it has me under its control. Where I am going I will never know. We're entering the chamber of shadows, they're lost forever hiding away. I am forced to sit at the table where horrible memories abounds everywhere. I hear the sounds of frightening laughter, however I am unamused, by the increasing sounds, that fills the room. I become their servant performing odd jobs know one else would do. Given only minutes to rest. Then suddenly I remembered, my father the mighty oak tree. Lamentation gripping me. Trying to muster up the courage to break free. Then at s distance, I see the glimpse of increasing lights. Know one notice, I am surprised. When the light source shines around me. It leading me in a familiar direction, unafraid I rest in its care. While moving quickly within the beauty of somewhere. Somehow I am facing my father the mighty oak tree. He extends his branches, I am attached immediately. All is forgiven. I am where I should be. My father provides nourishment, as I relate to with my natural family and the memories of our maturing leaves. Quietly rustling.
© Daniel Mason
