by phillipw | Jan 31, 2020 | BU, CA, KI
The New Purrusalem My kitten steps across my flooring tiles And even though they are the blandest bland, A space of beige like wedding chapel aisles, Tiles turn transparent gold, become the strand Of Heaven leading to the throne of Him Who made her beauty with a...
by phillipw | Jan 30, 2020 | EA
Hollow Splendor The hollow Easter bunnies and hollow Metallic, glossy Easter eggs in foil Are brownly easy enough to swallow, Milk chocolate being what it is. Smooth voile On tongue, as light and pleasant to the taste, They seem to be denials of the thing...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | DR
After Settling Down to Work You know the drooping. Drowsiness and lolls Take over and you find yourself asleep Or nearly there, a cousin of rag dolls On opium. A heavy-lidded sweep Of wooziness begins to take you down To forty fathom depths. You do not want It. You...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | PO
Truths and Lies He used to read a lot, but now he lives And writes. The smallest, ordinary things Can spill out sonnets on the page. Each gives Him evidence that he’s a poet, sings The proof with newest melody and signs. He doesn’t need a prophet...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | AN, BO
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7a/Dieric_Bouts_-_The_Annunciation_-_WGA2979.jpg Fingered: an Annunciation poem The only things that matter in this scene Are Mary’s hands. Her head is egg-like to A laughable degree; the...
