by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | DE, MO
Meditation in Blue in Salisbury Cathedral How many deaths have been remembered here At Evensongs throughout the centuries? Dim Concordance in the form of music, tear, And candlelight is maybe only slim, But somehow harmony between them brings Us solace of...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BO, DE
The High Days Great cliffs with deserts at their bottoms mark The years. Each steep descent goes straight to plains Strewn out as sand, and drearinesses arc Out flatter than the rocks of numbness. Pain Would be too much to ask. Boringness spreads Out, wide before...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | DE, ME
Imagine a Serenade when the Mind is in a Slump Depression in the form of vertigo Is sickness, mental illness in the shape Of sucking whirlpools. It comes in tow With apathy like quicksand. It’s not rape Quite, unwanted, in slow motion. The suffocation is a prison...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | DE
Nerveless Peace Our hatreds and our loves belong to life And not to death. When we are silhouettes Of living things like an abandoned wife, Like outlines left when silken minuets Are sent to meet the guillotine, and like Those ghostly images against the stone...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, DE, LO, MO, ST
My Menu in Hades My life is bitter now or it has lost Its flavour, maybe both, because it seems To be a sour fruit that’s sliced and tossed Away. It falls upon a pile of dreams I used to have (or maybe I just guessed Those dreams existed). It’s so hard to prove...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | DE, LU, MO
Fixed among the Embers I have this widowed sense about my life, A lack of presence so profound that love Is alien. I’m like a sloughed off wife Or prayerful addict now divested of My sacred drug. The sense is I have lost A major universal law surrounding me, That...
