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...
by phillipw | Dec 24, 2019 | LO, UN
Pilgrimage The path to you is one of yearning, planned By God, though I’m not sure if it’s the path, Or you, or yearning that He schemed. He banned The hope of turning, whether in iron wrath Or softer metal (mercy) — silver, gold Or platinum. He...
by phillipw | Dec 24, 2019 | LO, SE
Love is Rather Boring The truth is, Love is Rather Boring. Write That on the walls of toilet stalls and spray It on the high fence round the jail. The blight Of uninspired graffiti will convey The message best. Monotony, the same Old stuff strung out with...
by phillipw | Dec 20, 2019 | LO, RO
One Fierce Wish I wish that I could be allowed to change My heart for something lighter. That’s because My own is far too manly. Out of range Are hearts of moths. They know the moon and laws Of random hope and hollow searching. Tilt And flit, flit...
