Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

Genetics

This is the tale of who?  Let’s say for the moment, 
the sake of mythology, it’s the story 
of your shadow.  Whether for you or me
begs the better question.  It’s not a monument,
perhaps a confession; the embodiment
of false resurrection.  How for you three,
my three lovely daughters, I stump by the tree
of stalled percussion, slow rising and hesitant,
quick to detach, quick mourning abandonment.
I was born by stand-still theology.
I prey without reason, worship instinctively.
My only real fear is one of imprisonment:
    That you’ll understand the breath that deceives
    sets fire to the forest of oxidized leaves.

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Connie Marcum Wong February 4, 2018 at 2:07 AM We all want the best for our children. I don't think they will feel abandonment because you let them know you care. A profound piece. I hope you are doing well. : )

John Hamilton December 13, 2017 at 10:59 PM Very deep Phillip, I don't think I've ever read something of yours that I don't have to read 2 or 3 times to get it. Is your cryptic writing a mere ploy to get us to keep coming back to test our IQ? Well I failed on this one lol! I do love your rhyme scheme, very unusual in a sonnet, but it works well!

CayCay Godwin December 13, 2017 at 2:46 AM I'm speechless. I got it the 2nd time and it is heavy and it hits, so deep and profound that it was a twisted bittersweet, emotional pain well layered. This one may cling for awhile, that's the percussion of a complex truth telling. All the best ... CayCay