by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
Distant The morning tastes of gray. It smells of brown. The clouds are bland the way they touch the heart; A muffled beigeness covers all the town. When sunrise came it sounded like the start Of fungi growing in an autumn lawn. The sunsets have the...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | GA, Ho, LO, RO
Men Simply Loving Men We sit together on a cloth like gold, My couch in Africa, and eat plain stew He made. We drink our bottled water cold, Ice formed inside, because we take the view That drinks in harmattan should spend much time Inside my freezer. Only after...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | LO, RO
It’s Like a Fever It’s like a fever, undetectable, So calm its toxins slither round and hide. Its weaponry is not deflectable If once deployed past walls and gates inside The city that is you. Your love, though large And true, cannot defend your marrow,...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO
On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tide On gentle coasts but feels as urgent as The tidal bore up Severn. Hope had died Until you spoke and now I feel like jazz Is jiving in my bones. The slowness came Because my heart was made of numbness, so My...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | CO, FL, LO, LU, PA, PL, RO, SE
The Purpose of the Cosmos Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Dawns come and go. The twilights blaze and fade. The phases of the moon go round and round In slivers and in spheres. Sea days are made...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
There’s Perfection Bored into Me as More Than Perfection “All other loves are lost in only thine” ~ Alexander Pope translating Ovid writing in the voice of Sappho The other loves are like one tiny spore Of fungus less than seven microns wide, Or subatomic particles...
