by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BL, MY
Sand Grains: Blake’s Universe [Grains of sand under a light microscope] https://www.nikonsmallworld.com/galleries/2011-photomicrography-competition/sand I walk along a tropic beach of sand And feel the sun’s heat in the grains, wonder If, counting my...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | PE, VE
European Conqueror In Serenissima I know it’s art Or architecture that’s supposed to be The main attraction. They both grab my heart, Especially the buildings when I see Them from the vaporetti, reflections In choppiness of Grand Canal sights split Up, shining like...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | CR
The April Crabapple Blossoming Outside the Library at Southern Missionary College A vision of eternity in white And pink (a promise of more white to come) Rose up above me. Till I saw that sight, Jehovah was a dose of tedium And heaven full of boring Bible mist....
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | BI
Our Scientists are Wrong CSWA_DawnVornholt_Birdshare Our scientists are wrong about the songs Of birds. Their singing is about the leaves They sing among, these shapes that each one longs To seize upon in notes. This task bereaves Them sometimes since their melodies...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | RA
Emptiness The streets are empty in the morning when The norm is bustling crowds. No one insists On hogging pavement space. The Muslim pen Has seen its gates all closed with Koran fists. There’s no one up, around. Not even school Kids drag their feet along. ...
