by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | LO, RO, UN
Lost Golden Prizes “from longing for the loves too high to gain” ~ Pindar, Pyth. IV, 92 That man or woman that you wanted so, So much that swelling of your heart made pain A palpable impression, caused...
by phillipw | Nov 21, 2019 | LO, RO
Our Hearts, Nested Balls Our hearts—stretched concentric spheres of gold—twinned In parallel, spoil steel Jehovah’s law That nothing should be flawlessly akinned Except the Trinity, that Love called awe. Whereas the taut-lipped godhead’s strength looms straight,...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2019 | BE, RO
Chopin Blossoms The roses are arranged in Chopin sweeps. Arranged as darker roses in a curve, They look like notes and melodies in deeps Of wounds that lean to purple. In their swerve They look as if a choir of flourished notes, Arpeggios, and mordents had...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | LO, RO
Gauguin was Unaware: “The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea.” “in isolation and virtual savagery” ~ Paul Gauguin Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild,...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | RO
The Farce of Falling in Love with the Young Man Cleaning the Gutters His compact shoulders look too small at times Like swellings on an oak tree’s bark, a bit Too narrow. They are like the little crimes Of leprechauns, more like an Irish skit Than tragedy...
