by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | GO
Lollygagging on Olympus The gods are idle all day long like pale Silk hanging from a sultan’s wrist while gone On holiday and drowsing with a veil Around his satin bed. Supine they yawn By banquet tables weighted down with wine, Ambrosia and grapes. They laze about On...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | AB
Providence In literature the darkest deeds of men Required the sanction of the gods. God called The patriarch to kill his son, so then He took him to the altar, not appalled The least bit. David was ordained to kill The giant, pulp his brain and cut his head...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | DI, GO
Lost God “like the gods whose powers fade as they are carted off from their landscapes and dialects and universalized” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 13 When God becomes too universal, he Is lost. He fades, Narcissus on a pool Too broad. A fuzziness...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | RO
The Silver of Serenissima’s Lagoon beneath the Surface of the Wet Blossom The rose extended one pink petal for The present, rain. The platform (made of sheen, Of satin, velvet) waited for that pour Of cleanliness, cleanliness so clean It held itself up proudly...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | Uncategorized
Poetry Down to Earth The picture shows the severed head and neck Of Orpheus beside a stream. No doubt https://artaccordingtome.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/100_0665.jpg Eyes being closed implies this muscled wreck Of pulsings struggled, suffered, and cried out While...
