by phillipw | Jul 3, 2019 | LO
Banjul…We Are Very Far Apart I’m at the margin of your universe. In fact, I’m banished past the boundaries of It, out in outer darkness. I am worse Than lines sans meaning, meter, rhyme or love, So far as your concerned. The galaxy That forms the center of your...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2019 | AB
Abelard and Heloïse Illuminated When Abelard was my age, he was dead. I think he would have lived eternally If he had known he’d be stiff as French bread Flutes, as sticks of it dressed infernally, When painted in the Roman de la Rose In red and orange (ORANGE!). He...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2019 | BE
Death Be Now Proud: A Highly Articulated Shrimp as Gem The lighting strikes, extreme in angle, from Above and glints from it a glory, gold And glowing. It’s as if it is a-hum With lustres of the richest hue and bold In purest warmth. The sandstone it is...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2019 | WI
A Tabernacle Open The green begins to rise through richness of The sunrise-reddish brown across the fields In Windsor. Sparkling gems peak up above The corduroy earth. This vista yields A beauty rivalling, surpassing Crown Jewels glistening. Pheasants stand as...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | GE
A Cross Section of Ancient Rock as Atomic Oracle The prophecy is mute, as all the best Predictions ought to be. It’s not until Fulfilment comes and we have acquiesced To its finality that we can drill Its import. Pressed gray marble ruined by Black manganese was...
