by phillipw | Feb 23, 2020 | LO, ST, Uncategorized
Love is not a Weekend of Tourism Looking at Statues in Paris This love is like a marble statue in Warm standing form. Ferrara marble carved In noontime, and as free from dark stained sin As if the shadows with it have been starved Of wickedness, presents its...
by phillipw | Feb 23, 2020 | MA
Anger I hear a voice, a male one, coming through The trees. Excited like a trumpet but A deeper tone, its beauty like a blue And gold cock pheasant with a macho strut, The noise brings fierceness to my ears. I lean Towards it hoping I will hear its...
by phillipw | Feb 23, 2020 | MO
God is Night-time Darkness “The garden needs planting but moonlight has arrested the heavens” ~ Jaime Mathis “the darkness and the light are both alike in thee” ~ Psalm 139:12 I always dreamed that I would build a Moon Garden — and then, when...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | CH, ST
Numb Agony No burial happened. You are gone, Though. I have now forgotten you except When circumstance coerces. A black swan Comes floating charred from Purgatory, swept Up mercilessly by a memory Long suppressed, until a casual chance Aroma...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | RO
Lucifer after Love It used to be that every breath was you. Every step I took — you were the reason. A pulse thrilled through an artery and blue Vein; you were throbbing it. Now a treason In heaven has congealed my chest to rock. It splinters as it...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | RO
Negative Space It used to be that when I spoke your name The air would shimmer with auroras high Above the fjords. It almost caused a flame Beyond the spines of mountains. In the sky Ghost solar flares much higher than the pole Were captured as...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | HA, LO, MA, PA
Hawaii Teaches Us the Truth The thought of love as a manicured lawn Is more a maniac’s idea than real. This explicates why marriage rules are drawn Up mincingly by gods and men who feel That actualities must be ignored. These legislators manicure the turf And tamp...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | FR, LO, MA
Amor in Layered Ice “Every gathering is another heat wave against our foolhardy snow angels.” ~ Jaime Mathis The heart is an Antarctica despite The myths. Romance in glaciers and rocks Beneath them and in icebergs’ broken...
