by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | JO, KE
Firm Fluidity The sunlight wavers from the ripples down Below. The surface of the fountain in The square beneath his deathbed cannot drown Keats’ poetry. The wavelets’ discipline Had killed his writing earlier, before He saw their wavering refractions on...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | BR, FA, JO, KE
The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him . The lover holds carnelian between His thumb and finger (far too late to write More poetry), then palms it there to lean Against his lifeline. If the stone is white Or red like blood that turns away from life Is well beyond God’s...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | EN, RU
The Onion Dome in Western London, Weather, and the Orthodoxy of Entropy Subdued by rain and twilight and the gray Of sky, the blue shape holds its own, unchanged Despite these dull vicissitudes. The way It holds its gilded stars up high, arranged In formal pattern so...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | GO, SU
The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows. No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | CH, PH, ST, WH
Your Echo Comes from Long Lost Time ……. …………….. Your echo comes, reverberating from Lost hours, those twenty thousand days betrayed By absence, nights whose sweetness will not come Now, never be redeemed. Not even grayed Out...
