by phillipw | Nov 13, 2019 | ST
The Word Lost Far Inside a brain the word lost far is pale, As pale as Arctic twilights long gone, past Remembrance, past a blizzard’s long lost veil, But paleness does not mean there is no vast Sensation, pain that mimics numbness. No, The polar opposite...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
The Missed Lightning Rod I used to look up at that redwood tree Each time I passed it and it made me think Of you. It loomed there like a tall decree That I remember Charles, a giant link Between us two. I never crossed the road To smell it or to feel its...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
Love. Love? …………………………..“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds” My grief for you began before God killed You, long before you died. I grieved for you When you went off...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
Chuck’s Acer Bursts to Final Oxblood Life So bare all winter, now the little tree Is bursting out towards rich red truth. The leaves Evince a burgundy of promise, free Of lack. Though still too pale each one perceives Its destiny more clearly than...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | CH, ST
On Passing the Orthodox Blue Dome with the Gold Stars that Used to Remind me of _____ An emptiness so empty it contains As little as in space between hot stars, Or almost less, this vacancy retains Not even light, this void that leaves dark scars Across the...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | CH, ST
A Pre-echo from Before the Time When All the Sons of God Shouted for Joy A perfect piece where every chord and note Is played by perfect hands, you are the whole Perfection music always wants the throat To fill, a melody that must unscroll In air inevitably. ...
