Phillip Garcia Poet Quatrain

Stepping Through Time

As time and space dimensions jelly-fish…
Quiet falls the cement-turf of lock-box seas;
Milky Way kisses answer my wish -
She nestles ‘neath an orchard cloak of apple trees:

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Gray!  Everything is gray!  Gray is the sun!
But there she is…Providential Happenstance;
Butterflies turn.  Acceptance - There’s nowhere to run.
Besotted silhouettes all but shadow dance

Achromatic Royalty speaks by way of muted denial.
Her silence floats fire upon fairie-flute notes.  Clair de Lune. 
She is a piano; She is forbidden fruit.
 Unwrapped, she plays me to please the colorless moon

But still, magnets dance in tight embrace -
Our feet float fire upon cement courts at Wimbledon;
Wrapped by love - loved by shadows their hearts erased -
A queen’s colorless eyes briefly firefly flicker forbidden sun

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And now, when time and space dimensions intertwine,
And with my fate convene while I’m in dream;
Where sleep disbands, awakened thoughts opine -
Not unlike pink, does Cleopatra seem.

2/1/2017 

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Mark Martin March 9, 2017 at 12:17 PM The unusual references - Wimbledon and piano - are great! Congratulations Phillip! :-)

Rob Carmack March 7, 2017 at 11:36 PM Excellent Phillip, and congrats.

Deborah Burch February 23, 2017 at 9:33 AM Well done Phillip!! I had a cat...once...Siamese...I called her Cleo...short for Cleopatra Queen of Denial (de Nile)...lol...she didn't realize she was a cat... Big Hugggs. Deb

Joanna Daniel February 2, 2017 at 1:01 AM This is simply one of your best writes I've read so far, Phillip:) way to go:) I see a winner here:) a 10:) Phillip Garcia February 2, 2017 at 3:38 AM Thank you so much for the lovely comment! All credit goes to the mummified muse, though :)

Darren White February 2, 2017 at 12:28 AM This is so beautiful. You wrote it for the contest, didn't you? For me this is one of the best I've read so far. Cleopatra... I see you go through time, I can hear the music accompanying. This is so good Phillip :) Phillip Garcia February 2, 2017 at 3:36 AM That's so nice of you to say. Thanks Sheriff. Truth be told, this is kind of a mash up of 15 failed sonnet attempts to call a certain someone the Queen of Denial. Shhh...