Quiet Chaos

Isabella Wulf on May 17, 2009

Another something that I recently dug up, please enjoy.

The night is dark

the skies are blank

the sounds are none

the light above

only a fleeting dream

and the world

is serene.

Only a whisper

is heard

drifting on the breeze

down

through and among

the ash, aspen

oak, and teak.

But then

just as the calm

begins to take root

the world ruptures,

loses all patience,

abandons peace

and breaks into a chaotic

disarray of being.

The breeze becomes a torrent;

a driving rain

that lashes at the valley

and rumbles amidst

the forest floor.

Herds of animals

flee this wild call

as the lightning strikes

and the quiet

is no more.

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Comments (12)

Alistair Briggs on May 17, 2009
Good work and welcome to Triond
BradONeill on Jul 3, 2009
Very good! I liked this one a lot. I enjoy the detail of Ash, aspen Oak and teak. It sounds so much more interesting then the trees! Thanks for sharing.
Andrew Davies on Jul 7, 2009
I agree with Brad, the choice of words is clever and inspires emotion.
Marie Milton on Jul 25, 2009
Thanks for sharing this…it’s a beautifully composed piece…I look forward to more : )
maranatha on Jul 25, 2009
I really enjoyed this. We have awesome storms here, and I love to watch them – feel them approach
Alina Beck on Jul 25, 2009
Brilliant, brilliant evocative writing, and your choice of form tumbles the reader down towards the chaos. Loved it!
goodselfme on Jul 26, 2009
this is a nice flowing piece with lots of determination.
I Have Had Enough on Jul 27, 2009
I love your work; and I’ve missed you.
shelly barclay on Jul 27, 2009
Very thoughtful piece. Good job.
Phill Senters on Aug 23, 2009
Sound like storms we have here in Florida.
AngelaDavid on Aug 23, 2009
Good play with words. Thank you for sharing.
revivor on Aug 24, 2009
like the layout and the consequent sense of being there while the action happens

Hi there!