by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
Yet Yet lancet arches are what really made . … Me choose this elegant, receding view. Ranged narrowest ones gave their distant, blade- Like contemplation of the glass—and you Arose within my consciousness. What chance I had for consummation of my...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | ST, UN
Straight The look on my young face did not make you Unbutton shirt or heart. N o whisper came From you, not even once, though once we two Kissed. Kissing only made a distant frame Around your ...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | UN
If I Were Mute If I were mute, I’d be all right. Each day I’d draw some sonnets and when night time came I’d paint some villanelles. A virelay Of gouache would capture exclamations. Blame Might be expressed in couplets tart as Pope’s, Though mine...
by phillipw | Dec 24, 2019 | LO, UN
Pilgrimage The path to you is one of yearning, planned By God, though I’m not sure if it’s the path, Or you, or yearning that He schemed. He banned The hope of turning, whether in iron wrath Or softer metal (mercy) — silver, gold Or platinum. He...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | UN
Mutant My heart has now evolved a beak, but not For melody or kisses. In a shell This mouth has formed that you and fate forgot To show how organs gnaw escape from hell. My heart has engineered itself a new Integument, but not a brilliant case As...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | AS, UN
Atoms in Space Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. ~ Isaac Watts We know now that the galaxies are in Their trillions numbered. So, if we compute Uncountable trillions of stars that spin Across the cosmos,...
