by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | CH, DE, MO, ST
Adieu Tonight you are a voice that calls to me Across the waters from a liner bound For shores beyond an endless, waveless sea. The coastlines have no harbours ever found By living voyagers and so we do Not know the colours of the beaches or Their...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | PA
Long Underwear and Hot Water Bottles vs. Mills and Boon Those things we take for granted like the greens Surrounding us in Windsor, greyish clouds, Our waking up, and toast and tea routines, The tastelessness of Tuesday shopping crowds On Oxford Street the week before...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | CH, DE, MO, ST
The Coach Rides Past The coach rides past where pheasants once were seen But much has changed since then. You died. The limbed Edge by the fields lost leaves and when the green Came back again, the furrowed ground then brimmed With life again, but if the...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | GH
Phosphorescence in the Ocean Waves and Footsteps on the Shore Dead souls are everywhere and not just in The ground or air from pyres. Dead spirits form A haze of hueless smoke. They are so thin, Though, that despite this insubstantial storm Around us (and presumably...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CO, ER, MA, PE
[This poem may cause some offence in some readers. If you think you may be offended, please do not read it.] Homo Erectus What stimulus is needed in a man To search for what Christ really wants of him? He knows already what his pulsing span Requires. Inside...
