by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | CH, LO, MO, ST
The Lock of Hair Under my Pillow: The owl-land of dreams is your new kingdom Perhaps around the borderland of dreams Is where you are now. Painful daydreams rise Inside me when a lovely memory streams From pasts that you can never touch. Your eyes Are blanker...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, ST
Jehovah as Tree Surgeon The early color in the autumn leaves Reminds of love. Each hot and hotter hue Brands deeply on my heart, but none deceives Me even for one moment that bright you Will ever shine against the blue of fall, Of fall’s high heaven once again. ...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
What to Do with a Dead Friend He keeps intruding sharply in my mind, My heart, and dreams. No, more in reverie Than nightmares, which is how dreams are defined Now. Visions which come floating back to me In daylight hours—reminding, say, of his Guitar and...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, ST
Resurrection Amos 5:8 and Psalm 137:11-12 A darkness came upon him, darker than His curls. Towards the earth like them it fell But with a weight to test his heart, this man, His heart and core and guts*. A note from Hell...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Adieu, Amour Forget the sense of melting when your chest Felt waterfalls of wonder from your soul, When tides came like a wave, a glistening crest Which washed your heart and left it kneeling, whole. Leave memories of warmth behind, the shape Which made blood sing and...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | CH, ST
Liberty and Gladness Chuck was that image of a man who skips And kicks his heels together at a whim Of joy. He had the soul of men whose lips Were made for prayer and praise, whose mouth held brim Full words of warmth, intelligence and thought. We think of...
