PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS/RANT
The hush of darkness had begun to settle. Night whispers were yawning. They were a bit cranky, as if they didn’t get enough sleep. It was the same amount they got yesterday and the same amount tomorrow. They always got this much this time of year. The mixture of burning cedar and the aroma of fresh coffee set the tone.
He sat staring at a blank page. The page seemed to be looking back at him with the same stare. Perhaps it was a reflection of their shared frustration. He was trying to describe the image of the silhouettes dancing at sunrise. He just sat there trying to form his words into a perfect form or an acceptable stanza. Slowly the words came, and he created stanzas in ideal meter. It became clear his conformity knew no bounds. Line after line, written as a gentle breeze from a cracked window, caressed his face.
As the filled pages fell to the floor, the final sputter of the coffee pot signaled its completion. Its fresh aroma saturated his lungs as he walked into the other room to retrieve more paper. He returned to his office with a fresh cup of coffee to finish the screaming tale. Finally finished, he leaned back in his chair, serenaded by the creaking leather. Exhaling in Completion’s contentment, he began reading what he just created.
The first page danced in intention’s perfection, but the remaining bellowed from his soul. Clearly, he truly captured the essence of silhouette’s dance, and conformity only goes so far. Will it matter how many doors opened, portals gazed through, or notebooks filled? Will we truly say all that we hear in the silence? Things we have heard since our first breath. Words that come from the soul and we are a verse in its ballad. We subconsciously sway to its melody. What will we whisper to its bosom? Or are we destined to have our soul’s screaming whispers fall upon the ears of a deaf mute as we struggle to tear out the chains from the walls of our bloodstone prisons?
Never realizing all we had to do; was write the walls away.
Sounds like a good writing day. I wish they were all like that.
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Great work.
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