by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | PA
Inside You The past is still. The past is always past. It lurks, the only absolute. Today Cannot be guaranteed. It may not last, At least for you and me. Destiny’s sway Might sweep it into nothingness. A blink Of fate’s tart eye, a wink of poison...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | PA
Yesterday The past is far away, is farther gone Than those reaches far beyond the cosmos’ bounds, And more removed than any future dawn. The past lurks far beyond the deafened sounds Of darkness in between black holes, the deeps Of space between the...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | CA
Canaveral from the Early Twentieth Century Till 1969 The cape, a manta ray with ribbons strung Out, trails them back from north and south away From ocean depths, a landscape left unsung By poets who want mountains or the play Of...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | LO, RO
Gauguin was Unaware: “The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea.” “in isolation and virtual savagery” ~ Paul Gauguin Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild,...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | RO
The Farce of Falling in Love with the Young Man Cleaning the Gutters His compact shoulders look too small at times Like swellings on an oak tree’s bark, a bit Too narrow. They are like the little crimes Of leprechauns, more like an Irish skit Than tragedy...
