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...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
…Love at First ……….. Love swoops around like terror, once inside The chest, as if a feral cat’s been trapped Among the ribs, is scratching at the hide Of heart and lungs—or vampires have been clapped Inside that prison, tantalized...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
Yet Yet lancet arches are what really made . … Me choose this elegant, receding view. Ranged narrowest ones gave their distant, blade- Like contemplation of the glass—and you Arose within my consciousness. What chance I had for consummation of my...
