by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, LU
Words without Song: a Sonnet Is love a spate of rhyming in the veins? Or is it even less, a bit of plot (inside a thousand paperbacks) like stains across their pages? Is it merely hot concessions to the urgent skin of lust? Are fornication and adultery love’s...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, PH, WH
An Affair with Sonnets . . . For Eternity “Eternity in an Hour” ~ William Blake If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | FL
Daytona Paradiso The neon signs of Florida are matched By empty sunlight in her days. The worst, Perhaps, is how the local roads have hatched Those crummy little businesses accursed With would be clever, come on names that churn Your sunburned gut. Or maybe even...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | BE, SW
Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings Consider how the swan lifts up his wings Above his pinion shape while gliding on The River Thames at Windsor. Athelings Were never quite so handsome in the dawn Of England’s whiteless history (so full Of scarlet...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | Mc, ME
Linda Meant Beautiful Nostalgia is an ivory-silk bride’s dress From long ago locked sternly in amber. This type of wistfulness protects that tress You stole and treasure because the camber Of such dejection is extreme beyond Pink sentiment, especially if slipped...
