by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | DE, MO
Little Tips of Putrefaction on Some Petals Three leaves fall. The oak seems undiminished In grandeur. Four peonies are dying Back in yellow. Brown acorns have finished Their suicides for life. A hawk, flying His shiver on the sky, is unconcerned With symbol,...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | MA, MO
Something’s Got to Give She cornered all the legends. She became The legends’ curves. The moghuls and the sports Star tried to lasso her godessness, lame And crippled though it limped with all its warts Of mental instability. The mark Of beauty on...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MA, MO
“O mes amis, il n’y a nul ami” “My friends, there is no friend!” Diogenes Laertius has Aristotle cry, Despairing of the chance that theory’s Demand for one who’s more than ally, Gives more than scratch his back and he’ll scratch mine Delight, is more than merely pure,...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MO
Set Him as a Seal “I give myself more to my friend than draw Him to me”—so says old Montaigne, but long Years after Étienne had died. The flaw Is pretty obvious, right? “Love is strong As death,” another wise man’s song insists, But are we all convinced? ...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR, MO
Requiem Mass: The Death of God My being suddenly became a ghost, A substance pale enough for fog or hail To penetrate, its flesh and veins the host For transubstantiated loss, a grail Predestined for the gruel-like fate your face Left lingering on the...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | MO
A Fragrant Shrub Bought for a Sister Aunt Wilma wanted me to plant a white Gardenia on Lorena’s grave, dark green Leaves, glossiness and beauty there in spite Of crab grass. This would make the dry sand scene More lovely, like Lorena, she the gem Cut into facets...
