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Desert Heat

Sweltering anger spills raw emotion 
dispatching choppers in the air,
intense heat disseminates murmuring voices,
discharging menacing messages packed with fear.

Suddenly the academic mob appears, 
and storms up the bullet rigged stairs,
while the deceptive tree watches with opposing eyes  
calculating their blazing passion 
and ignoring their desparate cries.

Intensity swells, 
the sizzling temperature increases,
unflinching voices resonates, 
ripping up fortified roof 
and penetrate their deep flaming scars.

Footsteps thunder across the room,
while the beguiling tree sits listless 
pouring salt into their bleeding wounds.

“Answer us now!” they shouted 
“We are tired of your choreograph lies”
but the tree kept uttering deluding words
that were already familiar to their ears.

Mealymouthed explanation coincide with
years of empty promises  swims to the surface 
and consume their heartfelt sentiments.

Desperation looms over sun scorched faces, 
sadness cracked  their blazing lips,
tears roll down their stricken faces,
but the tree looked at them with ostentation.

 “Tomorrow”, they uttered
 “We give you until tomorrow to solve this matter”.
 the wind tossed  the tree to and fro, 
 bending its arm and breaking its charm.

Anxiety brewed, tension flares, 
but the tree and its entourage disappeared
leaving the academic mob in deep despair.


  ©2013 Christine Phillips



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  1. Date: 10/12/2013 11:18:00 PM

    This is an intense and deep write. The reader is taken on a journey of emotion and feeling. A roller coaster of depth. nice job

  1. Date: 8/20/2013 6:23:00 PM

    Poetry can be a way of dealing with feeling and letting out is a good thing nice write my friend.

  1. Date: 6/27/2013 11:34:00 AM

    So intriguing and the tree held me enchanted just as they do in Nature....you have fascinating way with words.....Suz

  1. Date: 6/27/2013 11:23:00 AM

    This is very well said and written. The desert and a tree. Great imagination. Thanks for sharing...... Lucilla

  1. Date: 6/8/2013 9:10:00 PM

    I don't know if I got the meaning you intended or not correctely, but as I read this I felt myself holding my breath...as I do when I'm scared...it brought back memories of abuse...very intense writing...

  1. Date: 6/8/2013 3:37:00 PM

    ole tree he sat and he wondered, why the people went bloody and raw, a little bemused as they thundered, no sense in the slaughter an gore, evermore...

  1. Date: 6/8/2013 12:58:00 PM

    You have a brilliant mind, enjoyed yet another gem from your quill, beautiful day to you, always, Rose xxx

  1. Date: 6/8/2013 10:07:00 AM

    An excellent poem. Love your use of the desert and the tree. Thanks for your comment. love phyl

  1. Date: 6/2/2013 4:19:00 AM

    A choreography of feelings expressed in a dynamic and often disappointing way, that steers the emotions to the point of explosion!