by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | EN, PH
Entropy Dreary A scattering of snowflakes, each a little dawn Of pattern frittering itself away Across the morning air, is scrawled and drawn By gravity—or some much darker sway In modern cosmological theory. The physicists love thinking of a force In...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AB, LO
Tacit [rewritten] The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they ..Retreat. A lover wakes—and he is gone. So ends a love—and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorless. Its light, ..As clear as pain, is...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | ME
Ein Augenblick Because they say a man who faces death Has flashed before him all the best that he Experienced in life, at my last breath I definitely know what I will see— A friend I loved when I was ten (his name Was Sammy; he had playground curls), that...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AU, FA, SP, TR
Tree Fates When trees begin to pale with hints of bling The first effect seems like a gauze-glove haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden spring Which spins this morning mist, distinct and far Removed from gloom. It corresponds with dawn. Yet...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CH
Glimmer The species known as Christmas tree of course Was born of artificiality When mated with some sentimental force, Weak against the grain of reality Perhaps, but strong enough to glitter through Our harsher (even brutal) life of facts And win our...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AR, RI
The Thorn of Thought “It is the thorn of thought,” young Rimbaud said To Izambard—other underlings, too. The prodigy was bleeding from his head, But not just blood. Black tercets flowed, a brew Intoxicating and enough to float A drunken boat, and verses full...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Past Addictions There’s death and there’s enduring. Other than That, not much else. Don’t give me all that shit About how wonderful life is. A clan Of optimists dressed in Day Glo can hit My head with hope. I’ll reply, “Love and faith Take...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CA, PR
Prospero’s Priorities: He Goes Straight Out the Door My cat believes that he should be a cat. He knows that he’s conflicted in this thing: He thinks he’s tip top, an aristocrat, And so deserves each comfort I can bring Such as a heated mat and that his man Should...
