by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | LO
Speechless Who cares about the silent moon? The moon Is always mute. She sends her messages With light alone. She swims, a songless loon, Producing soundless, runeless presages Of things we wish to hear but cannot dream Without the inspiration of the...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | FR
Friendship, Higher “the sun was rising now in fellowship with the stars that had escorted it” …………………Dante, Inferno, Canto I, lines 38-39 It sounds like pure companionship outside The entry...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | HE
Heart Wounds The lizard leaves its tail trapped in the cat’s Teeth, flopping against a puzzled whisker. The green chameleon starts a new length. That’s That. The starfish posture is much brisker: It can build back even one whole star flare. If...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | GE
Big Boy 成吉思汗 We don’t consider Genghis Khan, except In Ulaanbaatar. Mongols carved his form In limestone on a hillside. They have swept Aside his murders( from his raging storm Across the continent). Instead they make A sentimental image of...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | CO, PO
England Travels to the Equator ….. The oak tree, royal in another land Where roses thrive and make the air go still With orange, pink and purple scents, is spanned By English summer breezes, those that spill Across the squirrel’s nest and garden lawns And take...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | RE
Library Dukedom “library/Was dukedom large enough” ~ Prospero Who needs to be a prince or King of kings? A library’s dukedom is large enough. A single folio transports on wings Of mind: within one moment we can slough Off heavy circumstance and...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | SE
Below the Belt “Sometime I’ld divide,/ And burn in many places” ~ Ariel I feel like Ariel released and loosed Upon the ranging world. I don’t have wings, But airlines hold the globe in thrall. Seduced By jet-fuel highs, it and I hope for springs...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | BI
Pining in an Upper Room “I flame distinctly,/ Then meet and join” Ariel For Bill I’m in an upper room. My longing fills The air above my scalp, above the roof, A hovering power, strong as Heaven’s hills...
