Curtis Nicholas Poet Dramatic Monologue

River

Each day that clear water runs over the green Morse on the

rocks. I can still hear the pulsing raging rhythm like

ticking clocks. River knows everything. From summer to

early spring.

The clothes that were washed and the times that

we hushed. To hear secrets within her that

dwell. The stories she has to tell.Only then to be

washed away without a sound. Never to be found.

She knew the many tears that

flow. Of many long lost ones a long

Time ago.Only with her to remain,

never to be spoken again.

Many blood has spilled, from many

feelings of guilt.Which has washed away

by faith. Then again starting with a

clean slate.

Love has reborn, like the early morning

dawn.And just like seeds sprouting

out from the earth. Comes a new rebirth.but

not to last as seasons past.

As generations come an gone.I still welcome

her like the early morning dawn.

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