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...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | MA, MO
Forever Abreast of Loveliness She knew the way to make us laugh, this clown From Beauty Land, and always made us smile Until she left to go where she came down From. Lips were always open, partly, while She looked at us—or rather at the lens That loved her almost...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | MO
Modern Painting and Poetry True poetry creates emotions. Lack Of feeling means the lines have flunked the test: Some silhouette of poetry that’s black And white but isn’t like the wounded west At moonset, that is what the failure means. An elegance of...
by phillipw | Oct 20, 2019 | AR, MO
Arthur Moody He used to play ice hockey at John Nike The leisure center here in Berkshire where That sort of thing went on. This boy was like A miracle because I couldn’t square His clear intelligence with something dumb Like sport. But then the only reason...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | DE, MO
Meditation in Blue in Salisbury Cathedral How many deaths have been remembered here At Evensongs throughout the centuries? Dim Concordance in the form of music, tear, And candlelight is maybe only slim, But somehow harmony between them brings Us solace of...
