The leaves dance with a sway, a beat to the melodic wind, that
Crescendos with the falling rain drops. Tiny percussion's along the
Surface of the leaves evens to the tone along the roof tops. The
World is still, calm, washing away the everyday grime. As the sky
Smears all tints of grey, the drums of thunder bellow across its canvass
Intertwining with vibrant flashes and streaks that crash like electric symbols.
It is the chorus to the main rhythm, the heartbeat, the four count to life awakening.
From the interlude, to verse, to chorus, back to the leaves catching each flyer from
The heavens, they still dance. The melody softens, the drums fade away, the symbols
Halt, and the wind carries the tune to its conclusion, to redemption, to a new beginning.
About Me
- J.L. Copeland
- I have been writing for years, but never knew that I was a writer. The expression itself was and has always been such a personal adventure that it never crossed my mind to allow others to partake in my work. I still don't call myself a writer or a poet, those titles go to the published or established, but I hope to obtain such entitlement in the very near future. But over all, I hope that I can spark some sort of discussion. Whether it's about my work and the emotions or thoughts that it has provoked, or even just about how pitful and weak my writing just might be. Either way, it is discussion and forcing some kind of thought! I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to email me at jlcope77@yahoo.com for any reason. Enjoy.
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