by phillipw | Feb 13, 2020 | OR, RU
Fired Clay, Ardent Metal The Russian dome looms up in blue and gold, The sacred onion shape in gold and blue, A Golden Section shape with thoughts as old As God perhaps or Archimedes’ true Reflections, dome with tiles more blue than skies Of Greece in August,...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | OR
Giant Midgets Too small for even microscopes to see They do the work of giants larger than Goliath. They are God’s minute decree As wide as life could ever grow. Their span Though small is right across the living world, These enzymes and the DNA that holds...
by phillipw | Oct 26, 2018 | OR
ORPHEUS: Invisible Ivory Music Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. ~ John Keats Herus Pamphilius claimed that Orpheus’s drifting soul, destined to be incarnated anew in some other physical form after he had died, elected to be born a swan so that...
