by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | SP, SU
A Sheen of Strength A sheen of strength more powerful than gold Shines svelte on outer surfaces of glass, A beauty far more powerful and old Than gilding. Spreading out across the grass This April morning is an hour that brings Its joy to beast and plant alike. A...
by phillipw | May 11, 2020 | CO, SU
Memory A farm’s green pond is still. There is no air; The trees, in harder green, are moveless, too. The morning’s laundered clouds lie on the bare Wet skin of water where a white canoe Which brothers left looks green in brighter dawn. A little...
by phillipw | Apr 10, 2020 | SP, SU
The Good Side of Death: Oracular Pre-echoing The Delphic good to come from spring buds’ deaths Is roses’ resurrection from their stems. The early summer flowers take their breaths In May’s bright air. Their petticoats and hems Begin to spread for the summer heat. They...
by phillipw | Apr 3, 2020 | MA, SU
Moving towards Painted Velvet Perfumes The spring of white and pink is almost past. The yellows disappeared as well. Now cream And purples, pale and dark, have come at last. The heats of summer’s green, green, green now seem As far away as perfect charity, As...
by phillipw | Mar 25, 2020 | SU
Croydon Forget undending prairie miles, as wide As oceans in a calm, the planes of sand Outback and in Nevada where no tide Has risen for an eon. Measure strand On strand of breakfast tables set with oats And salt. Remember though the other flats Of...
by phillipw | Mar 18, 2020 | DR, NI, SU
Subconscious The deepest part of memory is a trench, The black of seabed wound. The strangest part Is not the darkness or the tides that wrench The conscious mind. No. Claws and teeth that smart The brain convulsively come up to bite Or tear at us in...
