by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | CH, ET, LO, PO, ST
Entropy When all my poetry is mixed with death And washed away in that encroaching tide, The memory of the man who breathed my breath Will be forgotten even more. The glide To blankness is implacable . . . and so No person will recall the lines or...
by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | LU, PA
Stronger than a Scimitar-like Serenade His words spread there across my senses, red Across my hearing like a scarlet sheet Of lightning, red across the thorn sliced head Of Jesus, redder than his blood on feet Oozed out from spikes. The words spread out there in My...
by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | DE, GO, RE, TH
Dangerous Theophany When Gods appear, we dare not look at them. We turn our heads and eyes. We stare at ground Or lower gaze and dare not touch a hem As robes go swirling by. A holy sound Comes haunting, muffled even. It brings awe. If Gods have curly hair, it...
by phillipw | May 8, 2020 | CA, PR
Food Vincit Omnia Today as Prospero came bounding in When he was called for breakfast, his black tail Was whanged out wide. He clearly thought a sin Had been committed, that some other male Had dared to enter our cat’s little patch Of territory, or...
by phillipw | May 7, 2020 | AN, GR, PO, SA
There’s Old and Old “Sappho (/ˈsæfoʊ/; Greek: Σαπφώ Sapphṓ; Aeolic Greek Ψάπφω Psápphō; c. 630 – c. 570 BC) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.” ~ Wikipedia “Most of Sappho’s poetry is preserved in manuscripts of other ancient writers or...
