by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU, LO
Lustrous Breakfast Time My Aunt Lorena comes to me in dreams— And when I’m eating breakfast. That seems odd Until you know that sometimes she poured streams Of milk on Ruskets, fond with cream from God At camp meeting, inside her canvas tent. When Aunt Lorena...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Adieu, Amour Forget the sense of melting when your chest Felt waterfalls of wonder from your soul, When tides came like a wave, a glistening crest Which washed your heart and left it kneeling, whole. Leave memories of warmth behind, the shape Which made blood sing and...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | LO
Leave-taking A sonnet found hanging from an Ilex, and inscribed “The Baron Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò to Viola, Duchess Tolemaico” Translated by Phillip Whidden A tree fell in the forest of my heart But made numb silence since you were away. The...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Complete Mystery of Life 0 “Nature, red in tooth and claw” — Alfred, Lord Tennyson 0 Can it be possible to tell the truth? We doubt it, if we’ve ever known its height, And depths, and breadth. It isn’t in the booth We call religion,...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Not Listening 0 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 tree, no...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | LO
A River Bends Beneath: Cliff Dwellers Canyon, Unsplash.com Harsh days stretch out like winds that scour a flat Terrain, a bald plateau that knows relief From endless sameness only by a grief Which opens like so many canyons, bat-...
