by phillipw | Mar 5, 2020 | IN, MA, MU
Progressive Mathematics as Stanzas When poetry was mathematics back In distant, ancient India, the lines Were full of meanings that our poems lack Today. With sinuousity of vines Instead of straight or angled equals marks And long equations on the smoothed out...
by phillipw | Mar 4, 2020 | BE, MA
The British Library Rare Books and Music Reading Room; Why Go Search for Black Diamonds in Deepest Mines, Far, Far Away? I like the way his shoulders hunch in curve And swell when he is sitting calm in thought, But even more I love the darkened swerve Of almost...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | BO, CH, MA
Decades Later He Stands with his Son Staring at the Merry-Go-Round The brilliant light of early joys, the joys A child knows when the Christmas tree Is found aflame on Christmas morn with toys And glistening ribbons, wrappings, gifts is glee Unknown in later life. ...
by phillipw | Feb 28, 2020 | BE, MA
True Beauty I watched true beauty as the bus rode past The landscape Oxfordshire rolled out. The nose Sat nobler than the slopes that will outlast Him, but its shape turned hillsides into prose. Those poems, though they now were only thought In...
by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | BE, MA
He The way he makes us feel is like the vaults In high cathedrals. High and higher still They rise within our hearts with all their faults Though far above us like a sacred grille He sets out forms for irises and souls. The complications of the...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | FR, MA
Slapped in the Face with a Kipper “How much more agreeable it is for two male friends to live together than for a man and a woman.” ~ St. Augustine The problem with the saints is that they’re saints, Ignoring all the hints. They’re working out A...
