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...
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’...
