by phillipw | Jan 29, 2023 | BR, CO, DO, Uncategorized
Bree and Dawn The nine year old boy, Curving butterflies zig zag Before and behind. ~ Phillip Whidden The only perfect human beings are . . . Our nine-year olds. They’ve learned the sweetness we Had longed...
by phillipw | Jan 2, 2023 | BR, CO, FI, TR, WA, WO
Grotesqueries Military Cross given to Siegfried Sassoon for his “conspicuous gallantry during a raid on the enemy’s trenches.” Imagining the worst might happen, Brooke Writes out a letter to his mother who Is gung ho for the war. His fears unhook...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2022 | BR, FL, OR
Marmalade Scent is Missing The orange sunset seen through orange trees Shows Florida as orange, orange, green. The gloss of evergreen these orange tints tease With glints so slight of orange that the scene Defies the eyes to see the orange hints Upon the dark...
by phillipw | Apr 20, 2022 | AS, BE, BR, MA
Dark Star Boy Slight primness there around his mouth, so slight It’s quite unfair to notice it . . . it makes Him look as if the hulking skies of night Have never interested him. The lakes Of stars in space have never caught his eye. He’s never...
by phillipw | Mar 29, 2022 | BR, CU, RU, Ta
The Flimsiness of Letters “All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke What kind of letters? Letters in a clay Configuration, cuneiform shapes gone For thousands of declines in their array In sunsets, twilights and each hopeless dawn Were letters that...
by phillipw | Mar 25, 2022 | BR, RU, Ta
Tahitian Light and Dark They called him “Purpure” because his hair Shone light instead of black like theirs. It shone Of poetry, perhaps, or maybe flair Of charm. Their combination might atone For many sins and signally his spell Translated clearly in their...
