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. ...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | ST
Religious Fanaticism The whore-like magnetism of a god Is lurking on the corner for those fools Who have that weakness. Consciences are awed By come-ons utilizing sexy tools Like mysticism, scripture texts employed As mesmerism, asceticism For feeling guilt for...
by phillipw | Oct 20, 2019 | CH, ST
The Landscape of Love “all things to rive the heart are here, and all are vain” ~ Patrick Leigh Fermor, The Broken Road, 147 All things to rive the heart are here, and all Are vain. What trees there were have shed their bark And leaves and blooms. It is the...
