by phillipw | Sep 11, 2020 | CH, DE, FR, GR, LO, MA, ST
Friday Evening Mending through “Heavenly, Heavenly Music” Please tell me, Charles, what duties or what rites You want fulfilled while you are there beyond The living. Would the Sabbath candles’ lights On tables at the Gate enable fond Announcements from the grave or...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2020 | BL, CH, GR, LO, ST
Love Divine, All Loves Expelling When you were killed by lightning (yes, by God Himself—Herself, perhaps), voltage struck The Shenandoah River where that odd Thing, God’s strange love, took Charles. It ran amok That afternoon beneath the blackened sky, That bleak...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2020 | CU, GR, MO, PA, PI
When Voices are Replaced by Squared Up Bars A watercolor, or some paintings made Of oils, or photographs in black and white Are all like Cubist art but with truth’s blade, Not brush. The forms, the shadows, and the light In images of island Greece, are grand...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2020 | GH, LO, ME, PH, PI
Some are Even Stored in a Sealed up Barrel in a Garden Shed The family albums brim with pictures held In off-white stasis turning yellow, stained With busy carelessness. They have been quelled By years of disregard. The snaps, constrained Inside the pages, huddled,...
by phillipw | Aug 29, 2020 | AT, RE, UN
Cleaving Like iron filings you were trapped against My heart. It drew you to its outer flesh And tried to suck you inward. You were fenced: Your dark male filings harshly made a mesh, A metal net to hold off my desire. It turns out softened, hardened...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2020 | LI
The Humility of Lichen The little things we never think of, such As lichen on black rocks in forests we Have never seen—New Zealand stones—a Dutch Man wearing wide-legged woollen trousers he Pulled on that morning with his jacket for His uniform, or white, white,...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2020 | BE, Ho, PO
In a Florida Beeyard Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The lightest, powered gold is carried by The bees. They do not think of it as gold. They do not think of it as light. They fly Through beauty’s...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2020 | FE, HE, ME, SE, ST, WO
How Men Feel about Women Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We feel that they are hostesses. That’s best. That’s how they are at best. They have long hair (At best) but short will do. We like the...
