by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | MA
Masculinity I pass a giant redwood tree each day I go to London. There across the street The redwood raises its erect array Of dark green bristles and its subtle and discreet Tight bark. Its greyness has the touch of tints Of warmer colors but the...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | RU
A Sacred Lurch .. I often pass a dome of holy blue With golden stars, a prayer-hands, tulip form With many-pointed stars. To give this view, A narrow church stands firm. A cherry storm Of pink blows up from down below. (A sight I spied not...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | FE, MA
Academic 501s With features so refined they almost preach Of sweetness, he requires those whiskers to Proclaim his maleness. Pastel bristles reach Out towards a girliness, though they are true To masculinity in thickness and Conviction. Heaviness of eyelids...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | LO, MA
The Largest Composition All will be lyricism when you tell Me of your love. A rich sonority Will sing its way through words, and chords will swell In rhythms and in rhymes. Authority Will dwell forever in the patterns of Those highest forms of art combined with...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | OP
Happily Ever After The promise is that order and sweet pinks Will be provided to be breathed, a rich Tranquillity as faultless as a sphinx Unharmed by time. Sonatas at a pitch To woo the heart will be reflected, glass To glass, as in a Hall of Mirrors made Of...
