Phillip Garcia Poet Free verse

Pickled Raspberry Musings

Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;

I’ve been there before.  It’s forbidden:

Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality 
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue, green.  Nature’s baby grand.
An organic player-piano ceaseless 
In mellow tone, perched potpourri hillside,
Plucking raspberry notes of beautiful song; 
Translucent aches nestled by slippy wake
That ricochet ripples, careening whispers
Through rendezvous dreams.
Seductive susurrus, sentient, shadowy,
Teasing temptation longed to taste;
Siren’s breathiness gurgles in devilish dive,  
Swooshes, swoops, swallows.  Tickles.
Siren’s breathless gurgle chokes drowned lies.

But…so serene.  Feather soft tranquility.  

Lyrical folly forbidden.  Salmon pink. 

2/3/2017

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Writer’s note:
Told as a pet parakeet (while his owner listens to Radiohead’s song Videotape) whose cage is hung in the window of a cottage overlooking a stream through an orchard while the sun goes down who was a fish in a past life but, sadly, drowned due to a mental disorder  which caused him to believe he was a bird and, consequently, spend all day trying to fly out of the water…until the day he refused to use his gills to breathe since, after all, birds don’t have gills.

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Darren White February 6, 2017 at 8:25 AM WoW Phillip, I love this :) And all the alliteration, wonderful..

Nette Onclaud February 6, 2017 at 4:56 AM a puzzling description in "the day of a pet's life" done in abstract language.... so imaginative, phillip..huggs

Daniel Turner February 3, 2017 at 3:29 PM After reading this, my brain is now pickled, Phillip. Extremely nebulous write that tickles a spot in my brain left by the early 70's. I laughed all the way through it:) Phillip Garcia February 3, 2017 at 3:58 PM Phew. Often I wake up and say "maybe today's the day I can have a tickle fight with a younger version of DT" but until now I always go to bed deprived. :) Thanks Daniel!