by phillipw | Nov 12, 2019 | BE, DE, RO
Brevity is the Soul of Life Some flowers are more beautiful because They bloom so briefly, have so short a time To blossom, and then fade. These are the laws Of loveliness. These rules are not a crime Or even an expression of some wrong. They are an underlying fact...
by phillipw | Nov 8, 2019 | BL, RO
Threat and Self Salvation The bud looks like a ruined dream of cloth That wants to be a pale mauve casing for An infant butterfly or for a moth Awaiting birth, except it opens more Like tissue made of bruising and of scar, Made more with doom than promise. Each dark...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RO
Madame Alfred Carrière The layers open wider, lighter, still. A stillness that is still beyond our eyes Is slowly rippling outward broader till The width attains perfection’s pure surprise, A velvet moment. These increasing curves Go paler as they spread like angels’...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RO
Jazz-like Imperial Deep purple held in purples deeper yet, This blossom is the purple every rose Has dreamed of. Long centuries of blooms have set Their reveries on it. When rosebushes doze, They dream of darker purples in their hearts, Of chord-like,...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | LO, RO
“Do We Really Need the Moon?” [The title of a programme about science on BBC 4 television] Our madnesses are necessary for Romance and yet they loom in us sometimes, A waxing that becomes too much—and more— A full moon magnified by mist and crimes Of one...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | LO, RO
Tacit The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they Retreat. A woman wakes. Her man has gone. So ends a love and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorlesss. Its blaze As clear as pain, is focused like the throat In...
