by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | FR, ST
Tutti Do not just speak. Be what you want to say. Make living out your life your message as You sing along with others. Every day Is meant to be a holy one that’s made of jazz And other happy tunes or sad ones when That inspiration comes. Keep ear...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | Z
The Missing Piece There was this missing piece in us. Let’s not Refer to it by any of its names, The normal or poetic ones. They clot Clear thinking and they make too many claims. Let’s only say that there was this one hole. It didn’t matter much to you and...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | RI, VE
Three Septembers September 1871, September 1872 Septembers are the fateful months for falls. Septembers, not quite autumn yet, will start The way. They do not mean to hear the calls Of destiny, but there it is. They part The summer from its certain leaves and oaths...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | IN
Otherwise You do not meet your own desires in those You love. You cannot find yourself in men Or women, even women who transpose Your feelings into mountain and braw glen With mist that rivals healing of the bone, Or men who stroke emotion in your veins....
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | AM
Uncertainty Uncertainty makes poetry. The true Is not its aim. The bull’s eye isn’t part Of what real poetry desires. Its blue Is not quite blue: it is the blue of heart, More glaucous than an azure sky, more like The powdered bloom which grapes grow on...
