Phillip Garcia Poet Rhyme

Civil Unrest

Before I gave the judge my guilty plea
and turned a fable into honesty,
I thought of all I’d miss for ninety days
while patched in pumpkin orange and dwelling grays;

this I’ll confess: unrest confined my crime
and forced my will on unsuspecting time,
until my mother’s weekly visit came;
until her love absolved imprisoned shame.


11/23/2018

Submitted for: Unrest of Spirit Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward

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Gershon Wolf November 24, 2018 at 9:49 PM So much truth in this one, Phillip. Mothers just KNOW! … And it has the poetic flair to it as well: Not easily accessible on the first read. Takes some contemplation---which good poetry should do. Nicely done. Season's best, Gershon

Andrea Dietrich November 24, 2018 at 6:49 PM Like Brenda here, I too think this is very nicely done. Best of luck in the contest .Julia does not give many wins out but I think this is a deserving one.

Brandy Nicole November 23, 2018 at 11:59 PM Watch out for Mothers!! How is it that a mom knows something has happened, even before it has happened?? Is that saying true, they have eyes in the back of their head? I believe so. It is best to confess. Yes!! :) Just my simple thinking. ~ Brandy Brandy Nicole November 24, 2018 at 12:27 PM :) Yes, it seems that way. So, watch out for the drones!!! Phillip Garcia November 24, 2018 at 12:01 AM I think that might have been the case back in the day, but I'm pretty sure now all of 'em have a fleet of those Amazon drones keeping tabs on us. :)