by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | CH, ST
The Day that Never Came My Charles is not here. The wind moves through The sun-struck wheat, but Charles is not there. The early springtime trees beneath the blue Skies Windsor offers hold out their still bare Tree limbs. I often daydreamed I would show These...
by phillipw | Mar 4, 2020 | CH, ST
Fading Phase, Moon Skeleton You now have been diminished too much less Than ghost or bone. You float up in the sky Of evening, there more like a moveless tress Of skeleton, a haint in twilight, dry Among the evening stars. A fragment of The lunar sphere, a little...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | SA, ST
Chopin, Played in the Oldest Church within the Walls of Ancient Paris How sad to think of those who lived before Romantic music, those who never knew Strained longing, melodies that seem to pour Unendingly, that seem to yearn out through Eternity, stretched out,...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | CH, MY, ST
Broadmindedness Touching Electric Fences He thought himself a mystic, though I don’t Believe he knew strict meanings for that word. He had these fuzzy notions: he was wont To stretch and blend. His holiness was blurred. B’hai was far too cut and dried for him, I’m...
by phillipw | Mar 1, 2020 | BR, FA, JO, KE, ST
The Hard Truth: Keats The myth rides gently on that wasting death. Consumption weakened him as if a spell Were cast by Tories hating lines with breath For weaker ones among us. He was well In brain and soul, this little giant filled With all nobilities, this...
by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | AS, NE, ST, SU
Thorn- Żytkow The one who is the heavy star inside Gives gravity to hold together red Intensity. His presence is implied Because the more amorphous one was fed By greed that made the weighty globe suck in The essence of the one in orbit with Him,...
