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...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | CR
From Everlasting to Everlasting The clearest tenor note from man or brass Bell shape extended speaks now through the heart. It doesn’t matter if there is no mass For it to fit into or there’s no part For it in harmonies or choir. The note Itself is why Jehovah’s...
by phillipw | Nov 13, 2019 | CA, FL, TI, WH
Woodrow Wilson Whidden, Sr. 1913-1999 ; 1:32 in the Afternoon, July 16, 1969 Khonsu; wikimedia commons He had a lion childhood made of shoves And tumbles, little nips, and blinks, there by The sea of Florida with sisters’...
by phillipw | Nov 13, 2019 | ST
The Word Lost Far Inside a brain the word lost far is pale, As pale as Arctic twilights long gone, past Remembrance, past a blizzard’s long lost veil, But paleness does not mean there is no vast Sensation, pain that mimics numbness. No, The polar opposite...
