by phillipw | May 15, 2020 | AG, LO, MO, PA
Patroklus Love moves the sea. Love moves the thunder, sails And storms. Loves moves the ancient Greeks to Troy. At least that’s what the poets tell us. Nails Go into God’s own palms to cause the joy Of never ending love. At least that’s...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AG, CH, DE, MO, ST
Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer. No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...
by phillipw | Apr 17, 2020 | AE, AG, AN, BE, ES, PE
Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken to another kind Of loveliness. They do not know the stark Fate bearing down on them. Their pinks are blind, As blind as Homer in the palace of A king condemned by...
by phillipw | Mar 29, 2020 | AG, AN, GR
Classic Clarity Who’d want to read the ancient poets, myth And tales, because of facts? Aegean blue And empty temples, ancient gravesites with A beaten gold mask may be facts and true, But true enough? Excited Schliemann sends The king of Greece a...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | AG
Rumi Traceless Is anything as nameless as the God We wish that we could worship? Voiceless, we Are like an atheistic angel squad Mosaicked up on an infinitely High chanting ceiling, where the only light Is from the hanging candle lamps of void. The...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, Uncategorized
To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak. It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble. Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls. Occasionally Our history...
