by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, PH, WH
An Affair with Sonnets . . . For Eternity “Eternity in an Hour” ~ William Blake If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | LO, WI
I Took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s Grave Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s grave, But first we’d gone to Walmart where she chose A dark gardenia. I became her...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | LO, NI, SI, WI
Aunt Wilma Forces Me ..to Plant a Gardenia on Lorena’s Grave Aunt Wilma is second from the left What happens to a voice when it is dead? The vocal cords will rot, of course, the lungs Will shrivel, wither. In a coffin bed The voice will evanesce like...
by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | FR, LO, Uncategorized
Sterile I throw my rice on you, small handfuls of White wishes with husks rubbed off. Grains catch there In your hair, a few, the ones that know love And its meaninglessness. That’s what they share With God, that clinging whiteness and a blank...
by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | LO
The Morning Comes The morning comes. Bright noontime passes through. The twilight rinses air. One cycle of These hours in their brightness, dimness, blue Then yellow, scar-dimmed tones erases love, Rubs out the lingering smells there in the sheets. You came. You...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2019 | LO, ST
I Have to Leave my Ghostly Eyes on You I have to leave my ghostly eyes on you. How else can I increase my chances of Our meeting after, when in rendezvous Your corpseless soul — at last — requires my love? I have to hold my haunting eyes on yours. How else will I be...
