Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

Imagine the Unrealities

I’ve chased my tail for thirty-seven years,
September.  And I would do us all well,
my night of whittling wicks to waxen tears,
to blow my wish that truths be lies we tell
and birth a better version to review:
The song for birthdays all my daughters sung,
all three at once and all together, too - 
(a glint of giggle as I’m backwards flung
and turned in somersaults across the room) 
- I’ve never made it past the birthday song
when sung by conjured singers, once presumed,
where all is and was and all I am is wrong 
to think September I’ve a right to face
while playing “pirate ships” in outer space.

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Caren Krutsinger June 3, 2019 at 5:22 AM I am thirty-years older than you and I am telling you, I also have three daughters, and I also love to play "pirate ships in outer space" so you are in good company. Phillip Garcia June 4, 2019 at 3:13 PM Lol. Maybe we should start a support group? Thank you, Caren, for all your lovely comments. Really brought a smile to my face. :) <- there's a likeness of that smile to provide a bit of imagery