by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR, MO
Requiem Mass: The Death of God My being suddenly became a ghost, A substance pale enough for fog or hail To penetrate, its flesh and veins the host For transubstantiated loss, a grail Predestined for the gruel-like fate your face Left lingering on the...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR
Reef Castaways Where life’s numb oceans and the unplumbed sea Of death share boundaris, two words (as marks) Lurk underneath the waves where speechlessly Their syllables are symbolized by sharks’ Mouths swimming through dark meanings as in...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | BU, LO, RO
Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LI
This poem is a bit of juvenilia written when I was 19. It is not a sonnet. It breaks at least two major rules of the sonnet form, but then Wordsworth broke them spectacularly in “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802,” (which is almost...
