by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | ME
A Consternation of Forgetfulness Our memories are only mirrors backed With ruined silver, tarnished souvenirs Remembered by each other. What they’ve lacked In authenticity they’ve mixed with tears Or brightness so that seeming to forget We cleverly do conjuring with...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | CH, DE, MA, ST
From Moloch’s Lectionary Awakening in the middle of the night I find a message on my phone from you, An email forwarded, an email blight. It says that Matthew, flesh and bone from you, Was not worth making, that the life of him, Your semen and the DNA which...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AP, UP, YA
The New, Improved Yahoo Mail They never tell you (do they?) till it’s far Too late. They tell you that this upgrade will Be marvellous, that it will be 5-star, Be quicker, much more clever, and will fill Those cybergaps you never even knew Existed, gaps you...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | GA, Ho, LO, RO
Men Simply Loving Men We sit together on a cloth like gold, My couch in Africa, and eat plain stew He made. We drink our bottled water cold, Ice formed inside, because we take the view That drinks in harmattan should spend much time Inside my freezer. Only after...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | ME, SO
Melodies for Sonnets I searched the Web for melodies to sing A sonnet to, and YouTube offered four. Four measley tunes for sonnets! Here’s the thing: I reckon at the very least that more Than 40,000,000 sonnets will have been Composed since Petrarch tidied up...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | LO, RO
It’s Like a Fever It’s like a fever, undetectable, So calm its toxins slither round and hide. Its weaponry is not deflectable If once deployed past walls and gates inside The city that is you. Your love, though large And true, cannot defend your marrow,...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO
On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tide On gentle coasts but feels as urgent as The tidal bore up Severn. Hope had died Until you spoke and now I feel like jazz Is jiving in my bones. The slowness came Because my heart was made of numbness, so My...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AN, BL, DE, EN, NO, NU, VO
No One When you are dead, the violets will bloom In quiet purple or in white. The years Will pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loom With blossomed frost on window panes. The spheres Above this world will spin and sweep until Eternity...
