by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | CH, CO, ST
Lost and Found in Whiteness The man gets up and walks away. He heads Away from all the rubble he has wreaked In hearts, inside his son, and in those beds Where he has rutted. His heart and soul have leaked Away their power through holes the tourniquet Required when...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | DR, EL
Wish Lanterns Glow Old people harbor wishes, maybe with Their grudges. Wishes also linger from Their childhood daydreams each one like a myth Created solely for one heart. They come Back to these children made of wrinkles, stiff With memories, and these...
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...
