by phillipw | Jul 3, 2022 | Uncategorized
Dayspring The morning moon is setting. It is still And not. The light is light and fading but Not fading. Dawn is hovering in the chill Of lunar death that is not death. Life is cut From death as if a sliver of a far Lost moon, though cryogenic in...
by phillipw | Jun 18, 2022 | PO
Shakespeare’s Ancestors “his feeling is that poetry is expressions of ‘moments of vision’.” ~ R. H. Blyth on Sōgi We think that poets must have Persians through Their blood. Persepolis and pillars high, Though broken in those measured meters true Too...
by phillipw | Jun 14, 2022 | AR, LE, LU, PA, RI, RO, VE
Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois Verlaine’s emotions are too distant, far Removed and cleft from violets of verse He filled French veins with, each line a devoir Of sorrow, since his feelings were as terse As AK-47 rounds. His lines Were written out like blade...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2022 | DE, DY, MO
Sleeping On top, a pale, thin blanket, gray; below A plain white sheet, and next a pink, strong pink And white-striped nightie, then the scratched up dough Of old-age flesh, no use to try to prink Her up with wig or Positano clothes She...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2022 | DE, DY, MO
At Last “The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world” ~ Edgar Allan Poe Although her hair has not been tinted or Recolored, it has lavender inside It, peeking out toward death’s wide...
