by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | CH, ST
That Sabbath Evening Forget Lot’s wife and cities of the plain. Forget the angel with a living flame Outside the gate of Eden and orange stain Of burning bush in Sin. All those are tame, Lame types of what was yet to come. Inside Another Gate that night I...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | AE, AN, BE, DI, ES, GR
Contemplation and Adoration He seems contemplative, his shadowed face So meditative that his beauty turns Away from us. He seems to fill more space Than marble ever could. His presence burns Through thousands of male years. The darkness all Around him is defeated. ...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | RO
Determined Pastel A lavender construction, softly strong When fresh, is held in place now by a vase Of shaft-like shape which makes the short life long — Or stretches it at least. This is because A terror known as death is creeping from Within the rose and so it...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | LO, WI
I Took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s Grave Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s grave, But first we’d gone to Walmart where she chose A dark gardenia. I became her...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | ME
As Barbed as Stars As barbed as stars in sharpness in the blacks Of wounded space our memories burn. No green Comes glinting from them. Flashbacks launch attacks In other colors, acrid, not serene. A razor red comes ripping through the dark, No telescopic...
