by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | SP
I Reject the Perpetual Lie of Noon The night attenuates the springtime limbs. The light, such as it is, depletes their blooms That in the sun were more than April whims But now seem waiting for harsh showers, dooms. But not this evening. No. The gentle light...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | TR
Heartwood: By the Shore of the Shenandoah Inspired by the death of Charles Randall Stanfield I would like to die as trees. They do not Respond to music or to other pains. They do not care about death. There’s no slot For nourishing music even...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | BE, DE
Ludwig van Beethoven When quietness first insinuates its tone, The ear is unattuned and doesn’t note The difference. It’s as if a single bone Crumbled in a tomb, alone, or a throat Swelled slightly in a singer in a choir Yet made no sound conductors’ minds...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | Ho
Holiness As shallow as a country western score But only as broad as a hopscotch grid, Pete’s mind prepared him for nothing much more Than beating his wife and hitting his kid. Then Pete met Jesus one night in a tent Where people got sweaty and spoke in...
by phillipw | Nov 21, 2019 | LO, SE
Limber, Expanding The hardness that is softness is the best. The hard part drives the need. The soft part wins The other’s will and helps the hardness wrest Agreement. Hardness calls for thrilling ins And outs of twinned fulfilment and the slick Parts, soft...
