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...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO
Gifts The big mistake is letting love leave, your own, Sending it to somebody else. If trapped Or lost inside another, it will groan And not thrive there. It cannot be unwrapped Once it is moaning in that other chest. Do not allow your feelings...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | LO, RO
A Long Dead Message I can’t afford to send you flowers. Besides, They’re only flowers. I want to send instead Those things that blossoms stand for, those that brides Desire. A garland for your curly head Is what you need, one made of brightness, joy, And subtle...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | AF, LO, RO
Gardenias and Snowdrops Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I send you all the fragrances of flowers, Those heavy with rich overtones as well As those with light perfumes of tranquil hours, The...
