by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | RO
The Moon and Venus Our moon, a giant sphere of rock, shines scarred And pocked against the darkness all around Its front. The craters are sickness and marred Complexion. Boulders as pimples abound. The rest is dust. The planet Venus shines, A beacon from...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | PR
Pro Procrastination Name anything delectable as pro… Crastination. Nope, I thought you couldn’t, Especially when spiced with bravado Because of future dangers. You wouldn’t Enjoy it half so much if there weren’t risk Of getting punished for it later. Your...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | CA, KI
The Spiritual Meaning of Kittenhood She plays with plastic bags until she knocks Them down from off the easy chairs, and spills The contents, loudly, clattering (the box That held the Christmas cookies) and she thrills To see the spreading chaos. “This is what Life’s...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | AR, FA, FR
Facebook Pages I look at other people’s pages. Post, On post, on post. It is as if folk think (If that’s the word) that out there there’s a host Of hungry eyes so thrilled that they can’t blink Because of all the drivel there displayed To them by...
by phillipw | Jan 31, 2020 | BU, CA, KI
The New Purrusalem My kitten steps across my flooring tiles And even though they are the blandest bland, A space of beige like wedding chapel aisles, Tiles turn transparent gold, become the strand Of Heaven leading to the throne of Him Who made her beauty with a...
by phillipw | Jan 30, 2020 | EA
Hollow Splendor The hollow Easter bunnies and hollow Metallic, glossy Easter eggs in foil Are brownly easy enough to swallow, Milk chocolate being what it is. Smooth voile On tongue, as light and pleasant to the taste, They seem to be denials of the thing...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | DR
After Settling Down to Work You know the drooping. Drowsiness and lolls Take over and you find yourself asleep Or nearly there, a cousin of rag dolls On opium. A heavy-lidded sweep Of wooziness begins to take you down To forty fathom depths. You do not want It. You...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | PO
Truths and Lies He used to read a lot, but now he lives And writes. The smallest, ordinary things Can spill out sonnets on the page. Each gives Him evidence that he’s a poet, sings The proof with newest melody and signs. He doesn’t need a prophet...
