by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | Uncategorized
Writ in Sand Obligingly a friend vowed he would take To Africa Endymion and “throw it in the midst” of desert wastes—to slake The poet’s thirst for death? We’ll never know The reason for this surgeon’s offer, and It...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | OS, Uncategorized
Le Restaurant Grand Louvre What tempted great Jehovah to create The ostrich? Surely it could not have been The eyes. They’re far too large and far too great In sadness. They contain deep sorrow’s mien Surrounded by light lashes on those lids. Perhaps He made the...
by phillipw | Nov 8, 2019 | Uncategorized
Eden and Methuselah I’m glad that I can’t shed my skin and grow A new persona since I might succumb To that temptation. I’d shed age below Me onto others, Eve-like, who might come Too close. I’d offer the besetting sin Of being old and slackened, arthritic, And...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | Uncategorized
Miss W She moved in grey and black across the floor And seemed compounded of both silk and sex. Her thighs beneath the satin whispered, ‘More,’ Which sounded most like prayers — or slinky hex. While all the other women evanesced To less than vanished...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | MA, Uncategorized, WH
La Serenissima Surprise We thought her color wasn’t blue. We went To Venice then and suddenly we knew The truth. We learned that she was always meant To find the right ensemble of a blue So subtle that its lace and velvets showed Up several colors—blue of...
by phillipw | Oct 19, 2019 | FR, Uncategorized
Loss of Lover A tragedy that might have been imposed On me would be if I were born to speak In French. In that case I would be exposed To meanings and I’d hear how bland and weak Its words are. That would be disaster of The first degree for then I’d have...
