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...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | MO, Uncategorized
….A Planet with a Blue Star for its Sun I should have brought blue roses for the man, Pale blue, dark blue or coloured like the sky. His grief is like the darkest navy span Of uniforms that sailors who comply With grave formality must wear. Instead I...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, DE, LO, MO, ST
My Menu in Hades My life is bitter now or it has lost Its flavour, maybe both, because it seems To be a sour fruit that’s sliced and tossed Away. It falls upon a pile of dreams I used to have (or maybe I just guessed Those dreams existed). It’s so hard to prove...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | DE, LU, MO
Fixed among the Embers I have this widowed sense about my life, A lack of presence so profound that love Is alien. I’m like a sloughed off wife Or prayerful addict now divested of My sacred drug. The sense is I have lost A major universal law surrounding me, That...
