Love Poem: Broken Blue Dishes Stuck To the King
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Written by: Phillip Garcia

Broken Blue Dishes Stuck To the King

From high above and down below
Bewitching winds from Hades blow
That spread the river’s current thin
And drown with love unsinkable men;

Around they swirl and whisper lies
Of fabled lands where romance flies;
Paradise found upon a beach
Which but in dreams is out of reach.

“She loves you still, she always will”;
Their chilly mantra echoed shrill;
A siren’s call to taunt the soul,
Her prisoner; no longer whole.

As I, but a beggar, survey the sea;
Porcelain broken, bluer than me:
Swales o’er ‘morrows bleatingly boast:
“Thus starves the daughter of hungrier ghost”.