by phillipw | Apr 19, 2020 | CH, FR, MO, ST
Saint Julien-le-Pauvre, August 25, 2017, Dusk The icon held in holy dark behind The altar has a sacred candle lit In front of gilded beauty. Meaning lined Up from the flame agrees there on the armpit Of Christ in blessing. Steinway black and white Sends Chopin glory...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CH, ST
Giant The redwood hulks above the other trees Just here in Bracknell, right across the road From undistinguished houses. In a breeze The meaningless trunk looms as if to goad Some god that I am unacquainted with. It used to be that I remembered to Look...
by phillipw | Apr 8, 2020 | CH, ST
A Journey A calmness settles, not a numbness. Trees I pass, that used to drip with pain and drop Their leaves in orange sorrow, only please With steadiness of green. They hold a crop Of new, or dark, or waving apples, leaves Or needles. Fields no...
by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | DI, PI, ST
Annie Dillard Will Be 72 Tomorrow For Chuck This Sunday Annie Dillard, that clear mind And mystic, will be twelve and three score years. She saw, she saw, and wrote about when blind Eyes saw as if the music of the spheres Became as visible to them as we See blue and...
by phillipw | Mar 21, 2020 | CH, ST
He Actually Had a Beautiful, Twirly Handlebar Moustache The picture printed on his funeral sheet Is almost nothing like the man. He wears A coat and tie. They make him look as neat As some square ’50s guy who never swears And never even smokes tobacco, much Less...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | CH, ST
Above, the Ruthlessness, Below Churned up Shenandoah My friend has travelled to another sphere, A universe as unified as God In green Jehovah’s Witness Bibles. Fear Is absent there, but so is love, that odd Thing in the cosmos. I am left behind Like young Elisha on...
