Phillip Garcia Poet Free verse

On a Quilted Ridge

The way morning bleeds through to night.
My thoughts are a quiet park
free of whimsical birdsong and children’s laughter

on Saturday afternoon’s eternal summer.
From the bench you’re on a quilted ridge
sleek as a southern hiccup weaving through cedar 

where pine needles flourish by your dimming light.
I sink softly, a freshly formed puddle 
fallen below.  The sky unembroidered.

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Darren White May 4, 2017 at 11:27 AM Phillip, my poetic friend, yes it's always a plus when poems are poetic. This one is beautiful. Sink under that pine tree, free of thoughts and enjoy an unembroidered sky Phillip Garcia May 6, 2017 at 12:16 AM Thanks Dee Dub. I'm always happy to sink thoughtlessly away. That's for sure

Connie Marcum Wong May 4, 2017 at 7:42 AM Twilight was made for poets Phillip and this poem sounds inspired. Beautiful! 7 ; ) Phillip Garcia May 6, 2017 at 12:18 AM I think twilight was made by poets. Otherwise, it'd just be a lousy reverse sunrise and there's nothing fun about that :)

Chris Green May 3, 2017 at 2:00 PM This was beautiful Phillip. The imagery in this was as mesmerizing as it was poetic. Phillip Garcia May 3, 2017 at 2:25 PM Thank you, Chris. It's always a good thing when a poem has something poetic about it, I've heard :)