by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AD
Ady, Endre Ermindszent’s Parnassian Poet in Paris The light falls down athwart his hair in gloss And splay of lyric brilliance. Yes cascades. These streaks of glory are tight heaven’s loss, The loss celestial heights’ desires. Shine fades But only...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
The Creator Loses He slaps down blood and brains and soul in art. He thinks that politics is none of these. When politics intrudes, the poet’s heart Becomes a platform made of callused pleas Instead of purity. He captures bark Destroyed, and slaughtered oaks,...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | SH
Prophecy from Solar Surfaces A shadow is a message from the realm Of light. Wherever suns are banished, dark Imposes silence for the eyes. An elm With blackbirds’ wings within it in a park Is useless to convey the patterns leaves And feathers might spread out along...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | OB
Sci-Fi Horror He hulks apart, his relatives across The aisle as if he doesn’t want them to Be recognized as his, as though they’re dross. He reads a monstrous DUNE book, sci-fi brew Of threat, adventure, and a plot that’s made Of characters...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | AU, LO
Bright Month Epiphany The light fell on the green, or rather greens Of leaves inside the autumn air of street And garden there among the city scenes, Kaleidoscopic in September suite Of urban beauty and variety. The trees of Kensington spread out their arms To...
