by phillipw | Apr 19, 2021 | LO, RO
No New Place for Love From Stratford-Upon-Avon I sent: “This is” Shakespeare noted,”the monstrosity Of love, . . . that the will is infinite,” bliss Is huge, but though its existence is free, The “execution” is...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2021 | LO, RO, Uncategorized
Both Sad and Calm On the back of a post card I quoted from The Queen of the Damned: “The morning would come and he would be sad but calm.” Both sad and calm cathedral beauties are. The picture on the card of Salisbury glows With stillness. It was taken from...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2021 | AU, FA, LO, ME, NO, RO
The Month of Dying Beauty The month of dying beauty made of leaves That bleed with scarlet, crimson, and the flash Of orange, hurtful yellows and bright sheaves Of golden, sickled hay revealed a gash. A wound in present time was opened by My finding of a cache of...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2021 | LO, ME, RO, SO
Recovered? Recovered? Covered once with scars, before That with the Mylar we call love, my heart Deals gingerly with this collection. More Reflective sonnet talents in the art Of poetry and love have run ahead Of my discovery of little gifts Forgotten in...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2021 | LO, RO, WH
Promises and Lies I send a card with animals–a mare And foal, a badger, and a fox and fawn– Facetiously upbraiding you. “Unfair!” I claim. It seems that you were sick and wan, Had promised you’d “bounce back” by...
