by phillipw | Mar 27, 2020 | ME
Medea Made of Marble, Barbarity, and Beauty …… One difficulty is that we make gold Where only bronze was. Alchemy of mind Tends finally to turn ideals and old Exemplars into falsenenesses which blind With kitschlike beauty. Worlds built on slaves Are...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2020 | ME
Turkish Delights The fruits of memory caked with silence are Unlike those crystal petal bonbons, sweet And bright in colors. Memory’s like a star Collapsed upon itself with weight, not heat, Far cooler. Keepsakes wrapped in rigid loss, Our memories...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2020 | ME, MU
Mendelssohn without the Strains of Music How plain and stultified is music on The printed page, but stiff black staves and straight Blocked measures have a graceful antiphon Of phrase marks and of oval notes. Collate These with the treble clef and bass clef to Obtain...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | ME
The Woven Cord for Precious Stones I have a cord of gold and silver strung With gemstones. They are hue struck like the leaves Of autumn, spring and summer, winters stung With frost and beauty, and my thought perceives Them as I pull them from the caverns of My...
by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | DR, FO, ME
Mind Cankers “the realm of forgetting, that overcrowded land’ ~ Donna Leon The kingdom of forgetfulness is large, Much larger than the empire of memory. Forgetting is the way that humans charge Ahead. Our histories are just the quay That once great...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | HE, ME, PH, WH
Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose Today I chew the peanut butter, sweet Grape jelly, white bread sandwich which she made For me those sixty years ago. I eat Not just a memory refusing to fade But actually the groundnut spread and dark Fruit layer in between the...
