by phillipw | Feb 9, 2020 | AE, BE, MA
Higher Still and Higher That lower lip alone could cause us all To ponder beauty in the abstract — if The lip were not so lovely to enthrall Beyond pale intelligence. A hieroglyph For everything which symphonies desire, This fuller plumpness with its carnal...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | BE
Accidents or Cruelty The beautiful are cruel and are hard; As lovely as the slashing crescent fang A tiger shows with sabre-teeth; leave scarred Reminders of our love, a ghostly pang When we have only memories of nights. The beautiful are brutal and severe...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2020 | BE
Sublimation ~ Xenophonic Symposium, l. 8-10 When Autolycus entered, reverence stilled The room. The men were moved as if a wave Of quiet washed through hearts and bodies, filled Them gently, cleansing. He became a nave— And worship filled it calmly. ...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | AE, BE, TR
Why Poems are Doomed to Fail Exactly why are poems doomed to fail? What guarantees the stillbirth of their hopes? Because the ones with breasts in them are pale As holograms beside those truthful slopes, The beauty that an ogee would capture, If only it could? Might...
by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | AE, BE, DE, ES, PE
Easter Peonies Pink peonies are dying. Only those Most hidden in the shades from one near bush Hold on to sturdy hope, to lingering rose Determination not to wilt. These push With frilled resistance, blowse-like guimpes, against That insubstantial...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | AE, BE, ES
On the Right Hand of God, the Father Almighty The pheasant stalks the hoar-frost farmer’s field, But early morning’s backlighting shines strong, So blackest silhouette is this dawn’s yield. No. Wait. Pure ugliness does not belong To spring. A moment...
