by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, FR, ST, TR
Lament for a Tree Surgeon .. I dip my heart in elegy and write, A pen held firmly by the hand of grief. Encyclopedic is the size and height Of this my undertaking. Turn a leaf Of it forever and my sorrow will Have just begun. A hundred trillion trees Can fall to...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, ST
Blood’s Bitonality I know that you are heartbeats at my core But more than that my feelings are impure. Are you the syncopation in the score My veins are writing, or are you the cure For music’s failure? Are you maybe meant As perfect rhythm and this harmony...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | CH, ST
An Agonizing Therapy Your death hurts just a little now, a jot Among the tittles in the books That fill the British Library and not Enough for life to notice in the nooks And crannies of the outward blasting bang That science tells us is our space. Your end Came...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | CH, ST
Dessication: A Final Farewell I spoke your name this morning, but the air Remained unmoved despite the fact my head Was lying just above your lock of hair. I spoke your name last night while on my bed Where just beneath my pillow I have stored The...
by phillipw | Oct 8, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
The Vivid Building Charles Never Saw The church that had a meaning now is lost In death. That strongly blue and gold-starred dome, Elaborately slated and gold-crossed, Says nothing about my man’s final home, His ashes in a garden dug in north...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, ST
The Immortal Death The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep Into my neck. So steep these fangs, they breach My heart and suck its chambers straight. Screams seep Out through the punctures but numb passions leach The sounds to dust. The sleeping corpse of love...
