Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Resin In The Sun

I woke up this morning
with a strange heat blazing under my feet
I was pacing up on down the floor 
like a heifer on heat beating down the door

Sweat drips like leaking pipes from my face
as if I had just completed an eight hundred meter race
the sun had not risen yet
but my entire body was wet.
It wasn’t a dream as everything
was connected to the scene

 As I settled in that place everything
radiate in my face, it was clear as day
that heaven was about to step down
and midnight was about to wear a crown

A bright light start flashing around me
and it was like the universe 
had open a path in front of me
leading me to a unique place

There was something exceptional 
was waiting for me to see
and time was bound up in history 
I discover how the leaking pipes
lived a very careless life, waking
several times during night to take a leak
on the other side of the street.

What else is left to be done
the entire village is on the run
the elections are complete
but their hearts are still mingling
way out in the deep

He is still having a hangover
And for three months he has not taken a shower
The beard as grown on his face 
and his hair is overgrown

He has the whole city under siege
and the journey is all most complete
they have dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s
but one thing they forget to do was to get
a new pair of shoes; they were in a hurry to get
on the final train, before rain start falling again


The heat swept through country, village and town                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
and left some people rolling on the ground
the people could not stand the heat
and so they were scattered in the street
seeking comfort and a cool place to sleep

And when the day was done and the sun
had gone down  the birds  scatter raisin 
all about in the town and it start rising up from the
ground and spring gave birth in the town

It’s blossom become manifest all around
and the people were amazed at a sudden
shower that burst through the sky
wetting the ground
and cooling down the temperature
It leaves assorted colors in the skies
And the lead us to the destiny on which we all relied

Resin in the sun is sweet.
Resin in the sun grows deep.

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