by phillipw | Jan 25, 2020 | DO, LO
The Gemini Most loves are lost the moment they are born. Their DNA contains the genes to doom Devotion. Bonded chromosomes are torn, Though only slightly. They become love’s tomb As well, simultaneous the death and birth. Invisible, a corpse is there...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | LO, RI, VE
[This one is written from the viewpoint of Verlaine. Rimbaud composed a prose poem that seems to be written in the voice of Verlaine thinking about Rimbaud, “He wants to live life as a sleepwalker” (Deliria I.) Here I have turned that prose poem on its...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | LO, RI, VE
Uncertainty Leading to Certainty The London fog was lush, more lush than French Fogs anywhere, more plush than Paris fogs At least. It bordered on the louche, its stench A prophecy of LA’s stringent smogs. Verlaine remarked that London’s murk was worse, That...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | LO
Delayed Delivery Consider then the time it takes for love To reach you. He composes poetry To post to you, a poetry above The usual expressions, burgundy In color, softer than a whisper from His soul, and sweeter than vanilla on Your tongue, desired as a...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | LO
Sonnet for the Morning of St. Valentine’s Day If I were dying, I would say to you, “My heart will soon be dead but what you need To know is that — no matter what — all through The cosmos one recurring, mystic creed Is whispered. It is far too mute to be Picked up by...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | CH, LO, ST
Print Before Reading I want your hands to hold my written words, Your hovering fingers to caress them, your Fingertips to touch these lines like a bird’s— A hummingbird’s—wing wafts the air, the pure And cool breeze fanned above the nectar. I Want your...
