Christine Phillips Poet Prose Poetry

Strings

I can hardly breathe; something is robbing me of my zeal
The sun is caving in and the earth is getting ready to move
to a place where destiny choose to sing.
 The air is dry and moisture is gone out of the sky 
and I watch the colorful clouds fade and transition into another day	
I kept going when everyone around me falters
I rise to the occasion with shoes in my hands
Even when I hear my heart murmur. I listen to my	
Blood flow and it tells me which way to go, 
for one soul in this time, is born with wisdom of the divine
The big tent has burnt down but hope has lifted my feet
Off the ground, the fire has gone out of their feet
But the birds in the tree have composed a rendition that
Anchors in the heart and soul of thee and reveal
The inner line that is tangling up their mind. I could
See it from a distance   mingling with the energy that is coming
From the east, men in modern age know how to bargain
men in modern time know how to gamble with the wind.
I examine the tides around me to see how far they could
Carry me; I stick to the only thing that I know, but the birds
In the trees knows how the rhythm goes.
 It felt like they were hanging over me and form a covering 
Around me, it is the pieces that have frizzle out before thee 
that have caused disharmony among the trees.
Pack everything in the truck for we are going up the mountain
To pitch our tent and work out the logistic of how create harmony
In heaven. There is nothing to win for the moment is already swept
away with the wind. You have lots of cleaning up to do 
for lots of gorilla are masquerading all over the land without shoe
You only have one thing to do, and if it is done correctly
The universe will smile all the way with you and everyone
Will be happy. Strings of ancient times are still dangling on the line
Open the book of verses and renounce all the curses.
 Normal is normal if you say so, but if the mind is closed
You don’t have much farther to go. 
Cut away the strings that are frizzling out with the wind.
 The strings are holding you back
The strings are taking everything you have got
Sort out all the strings and get ready the new beginning
                    Untie the strings

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