by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | PA
Unsentimental The frozen tarn, so dark below, so bright Across its surface, can’t be happy, sad Or feel emotion, either black or light. Above it rime-trimmed saplings cannot gad About in frolics, move in mourning or Have feelings harbored in their swaying...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | FO, RE
The Fox Last night the fox we feed in bowls behind Our house came just at twelve. His long, thick tail Was bushier than last time and defined By snow that had been falling in the veil Of winter for white hours. He took out His chunks of food and one...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | RI
That All Things Work Together The Lion Heart left Palestine to save His threatened throne in England, a failure If ever there was one. And then a grave Mischance occurred. He became the jail lure For crippling royal ransom, the sum so vast It beggared England’s...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | DE
A Sheen of Strength A sheen of strength more powerful than gold Shines svelte on outer surfaces of glass, A beauty far more powerful and old Than gilding. Spreading out across the grass This April morning is an hour that brings Its joy to beast and plant...
by phillipw | Jan 21, 2020 | RI, VE
The Autumn Sings Exhilaration “Scarcely sad the autumn seems Gently recurring” ~ Paul Verlaine, “La fuite est verdatre et rose,” Romances sans paroles The autumn sings exhilaration through Its own potential sadness. This time fall Is focusing on frantic leaves and...
by phillipw | Jan 21, 2020 | CA, NE
The Present Morning Nekko sleeping I woke up with a whisker on my bed, A long, white, bendy one. My Nekko sleeps In curled up stripes and back and tail and head. He almost never leaves me gifts but keeps His perfect whiskers to himself. So fine Because of...
by phillipw | Jan 21, 2020 | Uncategorized
Ageing Is that resemblance which the camera took The truth? Is that reflection in the glass Me? I believe it can’t be. I don’t look Like some old ugly man lacking class Completely, do I? I suspect a plot. I smell an islamist terrorist cell. It’s...
by phillipw | Jan 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
Seance from Vellum “When we listen to the verse phrases and whole poems that have made that hard journey through time, space and language, … we are enthralled as much by what we cannot know as by what we hear.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets We...
