by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | CA
Nimmy A cat has ways of lying that dogs can Never match. Cats catch a wink just about Anywhere—on a chair; beside the man Whom they’ve converted from dawg-loving doubt; In front of banks of books that they don’t care To notice. The...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | DA
Letter to Gurdjieff I’m sorry. Daydreaming is good. In fact, It is the most important part, the nth Of self-awareness. Dreaming’s not the bract Of consciousness, but the root; not the plinth Invented for the brain- and heart-filled bust...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | EN, PH
After the Promise is Fulfilled Eternity is dawn forever, dawn Across a sky without horizons: light Is never tinged by night or darkness. Fawn Eyes deepen in their beauty and their sight Among immortal branches, bringing new, Fresh...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | DE, PE
Glowing Fur I call up all my sleeping pets, ones who’ve Left me, hairy ones especially. I Embrace them in a special, drowsy groove Of dreams and daydreams where these loved ones lie As baskers in a happy sun of bliss Beyond the ones they knew in...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | MI
Doucer “Celui qui n’a pas vécu au dix-huitième siècle avant la Révolution ne connaît pas la douceur de vivre”: (“Those who haven’t lived in the eighteenth century before the Revolution do not know the sweetness of living”) Belle France has...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | VE
Vesuvian Vengeance Even vengeance has a startling beauty To ancients and their atavistic heirs Around the Middle Sea who love duty To family honor. They connive their snares Into murder and conceive they are Achieving glistening sweetness in the blood. Their lips...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | CA
Remembrances Canaveral dawns disclosed a light as clear As ospreys’ irises. Bald eagle’s claws Came grasping down on nests constructed near To God. Atlantic sand as smooth as gauze From stratospheric heaven saved the prints Of sandpipers. Pending lace and...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BE, BR
British Library Brown and Black Reader The normal word is shadows. That’s too strong A term for soft gradations on his face Of light and lesser light. They fall along This ridge, that slant of skin, and make the trace Of beauty blend into grace where lonely...
