by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | UN
Quandary and Sang Froid Would you prefer to have your face or name Remembered? Hair might peek out from your brim (Cloth, felt, or fur). These strands might be your claim To be recalled. When you are on the rim Of death, will you want others to recall...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | PO, PO
On the Literature Shelves A poem rests upon the page. That rest Is calmer than the calmest man. The lines Have no desire. They are not like a chest With nipples, hair, or heartbeat that defines Hard ribcage yearnings. Poems do not want A reader or his...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | CE, UN
Certainty and Uncertainty “Avoid it.” “Help me.” “Lift a little. Come And help me.” “Take the chance.” “Be good with me.” “Be better.” “We are better than this.” “Some.” “No, you are.” “You have understood with me.” “Fulfill your mission.” “In the world.” “Our...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | AL
Religion Meets the Nagasaki Force of Profiled Nostrils How feebly glacier strengths of faith resist The megatons of fire released by you, Your hair. Christ evanesces in a mist Of sweat and hankering. The ice, so blue Before I saw you, is transparent now. No, not...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | AN
Birth from Below the Dead Nine thousand, five hundred, and fifty years This tree has grown, or grown and waited, till Allowed to grow again, still more. It clears Millennia with patience. Seasons spill Across it with destructive powers. The cold...
