by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO
Release I open up an envelope and time Unfolds. We think the past is closed to us But then a simple gesture sounds a chime Which swings the lost gates wide. That Pegasus Called memory goes winging up. Pale wings Embrace the air impossibly. ...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO
X-change of Gifts And what about the cards and poems, quotes, The flowers he sent to me? They don’t exist. I packaged all of them, his little notes, His trinkets that I’d kept like treasured cysts In my aorta, tiny souvenirs He’d handmade, made from...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO, SO
A Failure by Two Men Sharing the Writing, Back and Forth, of a Sonnet Sequence A sonnet sequence is by nature one- Sided, so far as history is concerned. So maybe it will be extremely un- Expected if I say why this one’s turned Out boringly to fit that mold. ...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO
Day and Night When you were dead to me, the living turned To ghosts, became a bunch of gibbering sounds And movements day by day. The living churned Around me on the streets and on my rounds Of work and food, and even through my bed. But they were just pollution in...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | VE, WO
Venice and Wokingham Where Wokingham has charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone, Where little of old English charm has fled Away, I find a volume on the blown Glass gracefulness Venetian lungs have made For centuries. Italian lips have forced An...
