by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | LO, SA
Dessicated Wounds Our ancient poets often whisper in Slivers only, as dumb as crescent moons, But then are hardly mute. The centuries’ sin Is degradation of their voices. Dunes Against destruction have been washed across The manuscripts and yet now only glints And...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, DI, LO
Its Message Like the Ring of Fire in an Annular Solar Eclipse Made by a Vivid Orb https://images.app.goo.gl/65cFVxwAkgtHNunF6 What is our planet but a little sphere Of blue, peculiar in the black of space, A blue embracing greens and orange, here And there the...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | LO
Tress Resurrection You know how people’s faces start to fade From you soon after they have died. That’s how It was with him. His lips seemed to evade Me first, and then his eye with velvet brow Went into shadow, that slow shade we hate (As much as I loved him). ...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | LO
Speechless Who cares about the silent moon? The moon Is always mute. She sends her messages With light alone. She swims, a songless loon, Producing soundless, runeless presages Of things we wish to hear but cannot dream Without the inspiration of the...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | FR, LO
My Man If I don’t understand my man, much less Do I succeed in comprehending me. It is as if he plays a game of chess In three dimensions; now imagine we Are playing tournaments, but my board has A fourth dimension. That is how I feel About my...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | LO, RO
Death of Trees (and Love) When broken trunks crack open and fall down Inside your forest, do you hear? Is there A crumbling, crashing sound that makes you frown? Is suffering deafened none of your affair? Perhaps you think there isn’t any noise, No broken...
