by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | LO
Leave-taking A sonnet found hanging from an Ilex, and inscribed “The Baron Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò to Viola, Duchess Tolemaico” Translated by Phillip Whidden A tree fell in the forest of my heart But made numb silence since you were away. The...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | FR, OL, TR
Free Travel Passes for Dirty Old FФckers The major problem with the travel pass Is that it packs the coaches with old folk Like me. Of course it pains me to be crass, But, bluntly, frankly no one with egg yolk Hair, auburn, carrot top, or even brown (Or brilliant...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CO, DE, MA, SP
Breathing Death The pink magnolias creased, bruise-brown, well nigh Immediately in springtime air. The breeze Came blustering and wrinkled in the dye Of death on unsuspecting trees. Of course they will not die, not yet, nor yet These fleshy blossoms opened...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | DE, DI, GO, HE, MY
Translucent Demigods The heroes of the past are god-like strong. Their loins are near pellucid in their power And beauty. Irridescent thighs are long In loveliness of maleness as they tower Above their plinths. These calves and biceps glow With inner force as marble...
by phillipw | Sep 22, 2019 | AE, BE, PO
…Plural Perfect Planets The ancient poets are like planets far Away in distant heaven, but for some These poets loom so near they almost jar Against our sentiments. These poets come Up over us like moons, they are so near In what they have to say. Our world is...
