by phillipw | Jan 21, 2020 | RI, VE
The Autumn Sings Exhilaration “Scarcely sad the autumn seems Gently recurring” ~ Paul Verlaine, “La fuite est verdatre et rose,” Romances sans paroles The autumn sings exhilaration through Its own potential sadness. This time fall Is focusing on frantic leaves and...
by phillipw | Jan 21, 2020 | CA, NE
The Present Morning Nekko sleeping I woke up with a whisker on my bed, A long, white, bendy one. My Nekko sleeps In curled up stripes and back and tail and head. He almost never leaves me gifts but keeps His perfect whiskers to himself. So fine Because of...
by phillipw | Jan 21, 2020 | Uncategorized
Ageing Is that resemblance which the camera took The truth? Is that reflection in the glass Me? I believe it can’t be. I don’t look Like some old ugly man lacking class Completely, do I? I suspect a plot. I smell an islamist terrorist cell. It’s...
by phillipw | Jan 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
Seance from Vellum “When we listen to the verse phrases and whole poems that have made that hard journey through time, space and language, … we are enthralled as much by what we cannot know as by what we hear.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets We...
by phillipw | Jan 20, 2020 | LO, RI, VE
La Danse Interminable Et vous, les loups maigres ~ Romances sans paroles, Verlaine The moon is closed inside a copper shell, A casing of your manufacture, lad. Although my destiny’s a minor hell Compared to others’ sufferings, it’s sad Enough for me. The landscape...
