by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | DE, MO
Intaglio How beautiful a piece of art can make Death seem. The words can lift us up like love, A suffering love of purity. They shake Us like a virgin prophetess above Our passion, this especially if they Are elevated by the melodies of voice. When...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | CH, DE, MO, ST
Adieu Tonight you are a voice that calls to me Across the waters from a liner bound For shores beyond an endless, waveless sea. The coastlines have no harbours ever found By living voyagers and so we do Not know the colours of the beaches or Their...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | CH, DE, MO, ST
The Coach Rides Past The coach rides past where pheasants once were seen But much has changed since then. You died. The limbed Edge by the fields lost leaves and when the green Came back again, the furrowed ground then brimmed With life again, but if the...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | IN, MO
Landing Stages for Angels and the Morning Star The morning glories, white or purple, bloom Upon the hedge as innocent as dawn The morning Eve was made. The sun their groom, They open, virgins all, their faces drawn To upward angles, wishing for the stir Of flying...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2020 | MO, MU
The 12 Ensemble in St James’s, Piccadilly, Twentieth-Century Music Like ghosts refusing to waver because They are in a church, strings abandon form. An eeriness gripped, disabused of laws, A tremoloed intensity, not warm By any means, gnashes, sails, gnaws and slides...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | MO
Love and Sorrow We love and then they leave. They leave us here Alone, abandoned like a husk that hogs Won’t eat, or as a freckled, red-haired, clear- Eyed girl ignores (or shudders at) the bogs That are the eyes of that blind student who Desired her since...
