Phillip Garcia Poet Free verse

It's Too Early To Write Poetry

High atop maddened peaks await anxious pills
to spare coal mine canaries nightmarish sleep:  
When new moon ascends and threatens weary tides 
pain ridden stomachs ache ere swallowing pride;
From restless valleys come thorns sung muted dreamers 
whose bright eyed despondence convey majestic thoughts preceding 
inevitable descents of men labeled insane.  Grey avalanche 
crumbles all preconceived notions of universal truth
as bright flashing signs with neon letters reveal 
God said something but She didn’t mean it.


1/17/2017

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Darren White January 18, 2017 at 2:12 AM I love this poem, it's great when you are allowed to nightmarishly rambles.. Greay avalanche, I like that expression, that's how I often feel in my head. And I love the final line. Good luck in the contest! Darren White January 18, 2017 at 7:17 AM I am in Europe, it's daytime for me now :) Phillip Garcia January 18, 2017 at 5:57 AM I believe you. Do you never sleep? A rested sheriff is the best sheriff, or so they say Darren White January 18, 2017 at 3:06 AM You have to clear your head first, and after that it is time for simple Sonnets. Write any silly thing you can think of, just do it. Till your thoughts shook off the clouds. For me it's poetry, and I'll read it all, honestly :) Phillip Garcia January 18, 2017 at 3:00 AM As usual you're too kind but I certainly appreciate it. I've been in a nonstop mental ramble these last few days and it's become annoying. I just wanna write simple sonnets darn it, not lunatic rants. : (