by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | EF, GR, ME, TO
Across the Breadth and Height Across the breadth and height of England spread Out harshly on their slabs beneath the stained Glass, death, and honor men lie, with a head Of stone or metal, memory sustained Just barely in a chapel or a church, Cathedrals...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | ME
A Consternation of Forgetfulness Our memories are only mirrors backed With ruined silver, tarnished souvenirs Remembered by each other. What they’ve lacked In authenticity they’ve mixed with tears Or brightness so that seeming to forget We cleverly do conjuring with...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | ME, SO
Melodies for Sonnets I searched the Web for melodies to sing A sonnet to, and YouTube offered four. Four measley tunes for sonnets! Here’s the thing: I reckon at the very least that more Than 40,000,000 sonnets will have been Composed since Petrarch tidied up...
by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | DA, ME, RE, WH, WO
Antechambers My father’s residence was memories As if a chambered nautilus turned back To find in older shapes a lustrous ease As snug in paradox, as neat in tack As any yacht that sails against the wind. He found his comfort in a smaller place When he, an...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | MA, ME
Commonsense, Centaurs It stands to reason that if men become Themselves, a fractionation will result. The only way for unity is numb Society. Agreement will insult The purpose of a man. Why bother with Essential masculinity if what We want is maleness purified like...
by phillipw | May 14, 2020 | BU, GA, HI, ME, MY, PA
Siddhartha “and things stable by unceasing mutations” ~ Thomas Taylor, 1792 The glacier is ever changing, still And not still, frozen, flowing, fixed and not, Yes, like Jehovah’s unperplexing will, And whitened like a purpose not forgot. Crevasses...
