by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | ME
Mansuetude Attentive as the movelessness of dusk, The immobililty of midnight on A temple pond, as still as silk-caught musk Inside a drawer of sandalwood at dawn, She waited. She expected on her knees Some sight of Him, some smell, a holy tone— Perhaps a...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | IS
Infidel Epiphany To be as careless as a Yank, careful As French enigmas in their clipped hedge lines, As focused as Italian nuns, prayerful In sinless sins, as strict as Prussian spines In taut formation—all these were beyond Him. Adjectives were only...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | NI
Nocturnal Resurrection The city had a daytime nightclub’s face, A stolid look like Mussolini’s brow In plaster cast. Who would have guessed this place Perceived itself the figurehead, the prow Of culture in its colonnaded past? Perhaps it thinks so still,...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | LO, RO
Astrophysical Observation .. Assess the hope and likelihood that you Or anyone who tends to watch the moon — When moving in elliptic pathway through The evening’s stars or morning like a rune Estranged from omens in the mindless sky— Will witness sudden splash...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | LO, RO, SE
Men, Date Palms, and Night-time Fires My love for you is like a nomad’s tent, Its ceiling stretched with shared discoveries, Its folds and walls made heavier with the scent, The fragrance of our sweat and memories, And soaked with incense from our lusts and...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | AD, CH, DR, LO, ST
Intravenous Love: A Sonnet Sequence I I take my drug in doses that must last For months—or years. Your distance now restrains Me from continuous supply. In veins Scarred caution punctures steady highs, but vast Effects on mind and soul make...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
“Think Only This of Me” I thought if I prayed hard enough about You, you’d summon thoughts of me. “Pathetic!” You are feeling. “Left me, then in a pout He daydreams that, as if an ascetic In desert meditation, he can Employ telepathy to make us saints Of...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | Uncategorized
Therapy Two suffering invalids in separate beds, America and blenched Afghanistan, Both trying to recover from the Reds, Belong in different wards. A careful scan Of that horizon’s history reveals That one’s an ancient soldier made of...
