by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BU, LO
We Met at the Caledonian Hotel in the West End The Royal Mile is John Knox’s creed, Yet strict stone Edinburgh has the pinks, The lavenders, and blues which lovers need When springtime Presbyterian day winks To twilight. Grayness overawes the eyes Until the sun is...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | LO
Love Making, in Tenses Yes, I believe in evolution. That’s an Opening of something that is rolled Out, scroll-like; I have now become the man That mother’s egg and father’s seed foretold. Yes, everything I grew was first implied When one tailed sperm broke through...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | LO, UN
A Coded Message My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear Its lyric silence in that dent of sand Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear In reverence. My love is like a blue Electrified guitar that’s brooding...
by phillipw | Oct 8, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
The Vivid Building Charles Never Saw The church that had a meaning now is lost In death. That strongly blue and gold-starred dome, Elaborately slated and gold-crossed, Says nothing about my man’s final home, His ashes in a garden dug in north...
by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | LO
Polish Splendor Near the Grand Hôtel des Bains We walk across the Lido towards the beach To see the Adriatic, but they’ve blocked The view. It happens it is hard to reach Our goal. In several ways the sea is locked Away from us—with buildings, wall and fence. Desire...
by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | LO, ME
Smite the Rock My thoughts and words and realms are in a sealed Compartment, memory, that you must not Trespass until a signal makes me yield. What watchword? Yes, that moment which is fraught With love for both of us, a moment you Recall to me in such a way that...
