Broken Blue Dishes Stuck To the King
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This poem was dictated to me (Phillip's mom) from jail. He had intended it to be entered in Daniel Turner's "What Was I Thinking" contest, but didn't make it in time. He will be out in 21 days! He sends a Merry Christmas wish to all!! (He also said that if I misspell anything or get the punctuation wrong, he will blame me!!) :)
From high above and down below
Bewitching winds from Hades blow
That spread the river’s current thin
And drown with love unsinkable men;
Around they swirl and whisper lies
Of fabled lands where romance flies;
Paradise found upon a beach
Which but in dreams is out of reach.
“She loves you still, she always will”;
Their chilly mantra echoed shrill;
A siren’s call to taunt the soul,
Her prisoner; no longer whole.
As I, but a beggar, survey the sea;
Porcelain broken, bluer than me:
Swales o’er ‘morrows bleatingly boast:
“Thus starves the daughter of hungrier ghost”.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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