by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | RO
The Moon and Venus Our moon, a giant sphere of rock, shines scarred And pocked against the darkness all around Its front. The craters are sickness and marred Complexion. Boulders as pimples abound. The rest is dust. The planet Venus shines, A beacon from...
by phillipw | Jan 28, 2020 | RO
Romantic Love Is love a noble thing—a transforming Attainment of the higher soul and mind— Or is it an Egyptian plague, a swarming Of gnawing locust mouth parts? Is it blind Like Homer and as full of epic lines, Of epic similes but written out In sizzling...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | BR, CO, RO
The Last Rose of Winter … November presses on in coldness, wind And cruel light exposing death around The garden. Life and beauty have been skinned, The greens and pinks and whitest petals browned To desolation, but one bush holds out. It holds up high its...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2020 | LO, RO
There are two versions of this sonnet below. The gender of the lover is male in one and female in the other. Enjoy your pick. To Everything There is a Season With April in his eyes he came to me. They had a springtime certainty and wet With hope they came with...
by phillipw | Jan 9, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’ 2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | RO
The Rose Without a Name The orange rose hangs on. It does not know (Though orange as its vanished mates since June And through the whole mild summer) that its glow Supposedly belongs to things that swoon To death in autumn. Never having seen The fall, its...
