by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LI
This poem is a bit of juvenilia written when I was 19. It is not a sonnet. It breaks at least two major rules of the sonnet form, but then Wordsworth broke them spectacularly in “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802,” (which is almost...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | PH
Exposure A young man’s face half-hidden from the lens (By black hat, shadow or the hang of head Like guilt) commands my eyes in some slick “men’s” Designer/fashion magazine. I shed Clichés as macho scales desert my eyes; I...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | PE
Accessories to the Crime Our hopes are chains around us we have locked. Reality sits just beyond our reach Because our daydreams find that they are shocked By facts. We learn too late that we can’t breach The stainless links of optimism shaped By dreams. We’re...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | BR, TI
Florida Today, because the air appears to blaze, I saw my brothers in the light of suns So bright that decades cannot dim their days. We played our games of brag and guns, Of pirate treasures gold like suntanned boys, Of daydreams live in afternoons so...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | CR
The Uncut Version A rodent with a nut tucked in its cheek Displays the bulge, a greedy fur balloon, A swelling larger than its head. The beak Of pelican expands. The whole lagoon Is gulped to swill small fish. In fact, it’s hard To think of an example in this...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | AS
Chaos Theory You cannot see Medusa in the dawn. There has to be a certain darkness for That nebula, part of the antiphon Of Gemini, to raise its purple tenor Curls, twists, to start to sing its melody Made up of misty tresses, pulsing light, A song first...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | LO, RO, UN
Lost Golden Prizes “from longing for the loves too high to gain” ~ Pindar, Pyth. IV, 92 That man or woman that you wanted so, So much that swelling of your heart made pain A palpable impression, caused...
