by phillipw | Jan 9, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’ 2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
…Love at First ……….. Love swoops around like terror, once inside The chest, as if a feral cat’s been trapped Among the ribs, is scratching at the hide Of heart and lungs—or vampires have been clapped Inside that prison, tantalized...
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...
