Fallen Leaves

[Fugazi]

I have sought to take inspiration from Brother John's verse. I feel I have somehow inadvertently written something that he has found to be disageeable. I would like to attempt to remedy the situation by engaging in my own humble verse crafting. I accept it will probably fall short of the standard set but here goes:

Leaves on the ground
Fallen
Wet
Wistful
Painting a picture of what has gone before
And what might now come
But stop
What do I see in amongst them ?
Whoever he is, he shouldn't be doing that
He beckons me over with promises of kindness, advice and poetry
But I'm a little scared
"Take hold of my torch", he cries
"And all darkness will disappear"
"Let it shine its light all over you"
Luckily I could run faster than him
Especially since he was encumbered by his big torch.

I think I ran out of steam at the end there but it was my first attempt.

 

[BrotherJohn]

We thought this part was quite wonderful in its own way.


"Leaves on the ground
Fallen
Wet
Wistful
Painting a picture of what has gone before
And what might now come"

Clearly you veered off after that. I imagine that it's a diet of too much television, films or racy literature. But I don't think that that matters. It's a very promising start. Well done to you!