Phillip Garcia Poet Rhyme

What Poetry Means To Me

When I see grass that’s green I wish was pink,
Soft to the touch in cotton-candy land;
Where eyes are never afraid if they blink,
Snow will steal summer and chop off its hand, 
So that when I stumble warmth picks me up,
And wraps shame in satin cushioned just right;
Where tears become wine poured serenity’s cup,
Blushing cheeks rosy kept safe wintry night;
Then I wave a wand held tightly by me,
Grateful to wander through lost poetry.

10/24/2016
For: What Poetry Means to Me

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Sandra Haight November 27, 2016 at 5:29 PM Beautifully done, Phillip! Congratulations on your placement! Sandra

Alexis Y. November 27, 2016 at 4:17 PM Hi Phillip, Good take on the contest theme. Congratulations on your placement in my contest: -) Alexis

Andrea Dietrich November 27, 2016 at 4:11 PM Yours was one of the most enjoyable that I have read today since you used such imagination and imagery. Congrats to you and all of us. WE were all winners!

Joanna Daniel October 27, 2016 at 8:14 AM Very beautiful rhyme, Phillip, I'm off to read the sonnet version:)

Darren White October 24, 2016 at 1:37 PM "When I see grass that’s green I wish was pink, Soft to the touch in cotton-candy land" That, and so much more. It's wonderful and I love your use of image-weaving, with or without rhyme, with or without wand :) Darren White October 24, 2016 at 2:43 PM :D Phillip Garcia October 24, 2016 at 2:17 PM Muchas gracias Sheriff White

Paloma P October 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM I can't say which I prefer, the rhyme or the sonnet, these last four lines are killer good. :) Phillip Garcia October 24, 2016 at 5:22 AM I didn't get very imaginative when I had to cut the sonnet down to 10 lines. I said oops and deleted en masse the last 4 lines I wrote. I'm that kinda lazy as you know

Jan Allison October 23, 2016 at 12:27 PM what a wonderful imagination you have Phillip - our poetry can take us anywhere we want, wrap us up in cotton wool and make everything right in our lives ... if only in our dreams:-) hugs Jan xx Phillip Garcia October 23, 2016 at 12:38 PM Yes indeedy, that's what I love about it :) Phillip Garcia October 23, 2016 at 12:34 PM Yes indeedy, that's what I love about it :)