by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | LO, RO
Gauguin was Unaware: “The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea.” “in isolation and virtual savagery” ~ Paul Gauguin Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild,...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | LO
… _ _ _ … It is as if harsh threads of Arctic cold Ran bending straight along the centers of The veins that fed my heart. These scourges tolled Their wire-like ways through me and froze my love. The threads swelled up so much that they...
by phillipw | Nov 8, 2019 | DO, LO
The High Perch This calmness has a loveliness, though not Extreme as passion’s face in pain called bliss. Serenity has settled on the plot Of soil that used to thrive with thrills amiss But now is as a sacred garden, walled. A steadiness (caressing,...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | LO
Kilimanjaro Obscured The drizzle came in stealth before midnight, Continued like the mind, fixated, of A leopard on a limb, flexing for flight Downward on its prey. This fate from above I met with tourist equanimity: The sleepy thought that comforted me was,...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | LO, TR
Manifold Some factor in the slope of hills precludes Predictability so that, as roads Send out their asphalt logic, each hill broods On engineered banality and loads Of scrap iron, fags, and ready-salted crisps, But holds its dignity above. The men Who...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | LO, RO
“Do We Really Need the Moon?” [The title of a programme about science on BBC 4 television] Our madnesses are necessary for Romance and yet they loom in us sometimes, A waxing that becomes too much—and more— A full moon magnified by mist and crimes Of one...
