by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | BU, LO, RO
Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LI
This poem is a bit of juvenilia written when I was 19. It is not a sonnet. It breaks at least two major rules of the sonnet form, but then Wordsworth broke them spectacularly in “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802,” (which is almost...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | PH
Exposure A young man’s face half-hidden from the lens (By black hat, shadow or the hang of head Like guilt) commands my eyes in some slick “men’s” Designer/fashion magazine. I shed Clichés as macho scales desert my eyes; I...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | PE
Accessories to the Crime Our hopes are chains around us we have locked. Reality sits just beyond our reach Because our daydreams find that they are shocked By facts. We learn too late that we can’t breach The stainless links of optimism shaped By dreams. We’re...
