Christine Phillips Poet Dramatic Monologue

Nature's Remedy

Naked trees whose dilapidated bodies have outgrown the test of time
shoot unseemly  into the unaccommodating sky flustering as they walk by
Nude trees laden with deceptive shadows waiting for the morrow
Echoing  a somber tune with superficial  topsoil eroding from the mad earth
I sat on the top of the  exalted mount watching  brittle trees swaying doubtfully in the motionless wind  and one force would have done them in
Fragile branches stick delicately form their  wounded side reaching out
and cracking slowly with a forceful smile  while angels lament by their sides
I recall the good old days when there was laughter everywhere
smoke rushing out the chimneys and grandpa with his wooden axe
piling up woods on the side of the stream and dragging them into the fireplace
Drunken men sitting on the side of the street infuriated  with exuberant laughter knocking dominoes and shouting at terrified girls parading the streets in short mini skirts.
strong women in tall long skirts knocking their tambourines as  the minstrel marched around in circles and unruly men with loud music sticking out their feet in  fancy jeeps shouting
Dry grass lay flat on the reproachable ground howling as if winter is still around
As far as the naked eyes could behold green trees are floating in the horizon way beyond me
but close beside me  green leaves are barely sprouting on the topless trees
The earth is still casting doubts as it sinks deeper into its devouring throat
drenched by its painful self-inflicted wound spreading misery throughout 
I kept sobbing at nature's frequent disruptions and mankind useless inventions
cars sliding and young men gallivanting and swearing  under the dark bridge
Shameful faces hang in despair holding onto  to a cloud that is not there
And Noah whom they say was a religious freak took  one hundred and twenty years to build a ship that spared daylight out of darkness and give rise to a new moon 
And what of the black plague that torment millions of bones in their sorrowful graves
And the Spanish flu had its impact too who knows what really brought it about
Nature has sucked the life out of the earth  waiting for a miraculous rebirth
while death pounds heavily on fragile doors.

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