Phillip Garcia Poet Ekphrasis

Achromatic Pentameter

Have you not looked upon horizons pink,
Outstretched from dreary skies of yesternight,
That vanquish tearful blue as cottons blink
And gray reflects the glow of lunar light?
Are stargazed lilies grown for one alone -
A selfish king who chains the royal moon?
Defiant highness knows, despite his throne,
That petals plucked tomorrow wilt too soon.
Don’t claim your wretched sonnets poetry
Because all lines adhere to rules defined;
No beauty breathes where vibrant imagery
Has fallen victim of the poet’s mind.
   Your broken records spin in days gone by
   While you refuse the right of time to die.

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Darren White January 20, 2017 at 7:01 AM You absolutely nailed this form. The imagery is extremely visual to me :) My records broke a long time ago, but while they spin, the voices and music echo in my mind. And that's okay. Darren White January 20, 2017 at 1:11 PM I know that song...All I know is that to me You look like you're lots of fun... round round.... endlessly without getting anywhere. Phillip Garcia January 20, 2017 at 12:26 PM They spin us round round baby like a record baby round round....

Connie Marcum Wong January 20, 2017 at 2:51 AM Your poetry is always inspiring Phillip, even if it is sad, because you write so well! I enjoyed reading this little gem tonight my friend! : ) 7 Phillip Garcia January 20, 2017 at 2:54 AM Thank you, Connie! Glad to see ya!