by phillipw | Feb 16, 2020 | BI
Why Hen Birds Don’t Warble Among the leaves, the limbs and branches birds Are singing. Everywhere these creatures perch Cocks make their sounds. The pulsing throats send words To others of their kind, from oak and birch And fence and hedgerow, saying, “Stop! This...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | AS, BI, LO, RO, ST, TW
SR PW Two stars that give off light unlike the light Of other stars, so different from their rays That creatures on far distant planets, bright As it might be, cannot hope to see our blaze, We circle in our gravity around Each other, close, so close...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | BA, BI, VE
Verlaine on la Poésie “a composer is someone who desires, as a male desires” ~ Jean Barraqué A poet is a man who knows desire, Desire as love, affection, and as lust, Devotion as a spirit’s candle fire, Aflame as silently as men who must Refrain from...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | BI
Pining in an Upper Room “I flame distinctly,/ Then meet and join” Ariel For Bill I’m in an upper room. My longing fills The air above my scalp, above the roof, A hovering power, strong as Heaven’s hills...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2019 | BI, FR
Sad Substitute Those eyes, that mouth reminded me of Glenn, My friend of forty years now gone. The hair, Though, wasn’t crinkly thick. This specimen Was balding on the top, the strands too spare And thin to be a substitute for my Young man of fourteen...
by phillipw | Sep 16, 2019 | BI
On Suave India Paper . My mother’s mother gave to me a fine Blue King James Version of the Bible. Blue Morocco leather, subtle blue, benign With tastefulness (as if refinement drew More power to truth) bound up a classic book In cultured holiness. The...
