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...
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...
