by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | DR
Trumpet Cries Our dreams are tinctured with divinity. A poet or a genius seizes them And recognizes their affinity To dawn. A lover leans to touch the hem That passes by her in her crippled need. Philosophers, Hypatia-like, reveal Inherent beauties like a knowing...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | ME, WH
The Windows The windows, shining in an afternoon Long lost, a light of long lost boyhood day, Let in enough of childhood sun to spoon Some beams of beauty for the lad. The stray Shafts through abandoned panes were just enough. His eye fell on the toy...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | LO
Love Making, in Tenses Yes, I believe in evolution. That’s an Opening of something that is rolled Out, scroll-like; I have now become the man That mother’s egg and father’s seed foretold. Yes, everything I grew was first implied When one tailed sperm broke through...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | PO, PO
Poetry, the Encyclopedia: Hesiod, St. Luke and St. Paul About eight hundred years before the first Of Christian poetry (Magnificat And Paul on Charity) there came a burst Of hatred from a crofter in a spat Hesiod? About his brother, verses filled with bile For...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | ME
My Silences Concealed in Mental Rays My secret reveries are best, those dreams I keep in skull and spirit. In my head Is where they spawn themselves as laser beams That ricochet around my brain instead Of gossiping around the world. They flash A moment and...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | CR, MI
Golden Miami Viewed at Night from the International Space Station Before Jehovah’s breath commanded light, The dark ruled absolute in every place Except where God enjoyed his perfect might, Perhaps. There was no nighttime there. God’s face Was altogether...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | GO
Splendor Exploding faster now, the universe Expands, violently, a spherical wave, A globe-shaped tidal wave or pyre, a curse. It is a wider-living deathly grave For all it gives birth to, a hex on life Produced in its calamities. It burns Flame breath across...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | LO, UN
A Coded Message My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear Its lyric silence in that dent of sand Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear In reverence. My love is like a blue Electrified guitar that’s brooding...
