by phillipw | Mar 4, 2020 | CH, ST
Fading Phase, Moon Skeleton You now have been diminished too much less Than ghost or bone. You float up in the sky Of evening, there more like a moveless tress Of skeleton, a haint in twilight, dry Among the evening stars. A fragment of The lunar sphere, a little...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | CH, MY, ST
Broadmindedness Touching Electric Fences He thought himself a mystic, though I don’t Believe he knew strict meanings for that word. He had these fuzzy notions: he was wont To stretch and blend. His holiness was blurred. B’hai was far too cut and dried for him, I’m...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | BO, CH, MA
Decades Later He Stands with his Son Staring at the Merry-Go-Round The brilliant light of early joys, the joys A child knows when the Christmas tree Is found aflame on Christmas morn with toys And glistening ribbons, wrappings, gifts is glee Unknown in later life. ...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | CH, ST
Tea and Lack of Sympathy I took a sip of Earl Grey. I took A step and death came back. The thought of you Produced a fishhook in my tongue. I shook The silver free. It helped that you loved blue Surroundings for those pupils in the eyes Of women, of the ones...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | CH, ST
Numb Agony No burial happened. You are gone, Though. I have now forgotten you except When circumstance coerces. A black swan Comes floating charred from Purgatory, swept Up mercilessly by a memory Long suppressed, until a casual chance Aroma...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | CH, FI, Uncategorized
Field, John, 1782 – 1837 My skeleton, especially the parts Inside my chest cage and my pulsing hips, Was made for you. Transmitting bones and hearts Communicate with signals speaking lips Could never send resounding echoes from, Or more like warm reverberating masts...
