by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | HE, LI
Young and Doomed Why have a nightmare when, already, you Are caught in one? He lies alone in bed, Itself sufficient bad dream stuff to skew This scene away from others here. His head Especially looks threatened with his black Hair trapped in dead dark shadow,...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | DA, JO, SI
Yawn No messages (or meaninglessly brief Ones) make romantic oceans dry to salt. The tree that first proclaimed a heart-shaped leaf Withers. The swift-hoofed race comes to a halt, The red stallion stumbling, breaking a leg. The killing isn’t murder,...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | BE, SA, ST
St. George’s Chapel, Windsor— The Hallowed in the Holy of Holies Perfection is permitted in the Quire Beyond the nave within the chapel of The Queen, but this is not because the fire From anthems flames up from a godly love In splendid lines of singing and of...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | PH, PL, PO
Corydon and Pastorell: The Poets Paint their Pictures of Unsmelly Shepherds Daydreaming on Perfect Hillsides of Unsmelly Shepherdesses and Tending Unsmelly Sheep Your lies are what we do not want, he said To poets. Plato said imitation Of real things ain’t enough...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, ST
Jehovah as Tree Surgeon The early color in the autumn leaves Reminds of love. Each hot and hotter hue Brands deeply on my heart, but none deceives Me even for one moment that bright you Will ever shine against the blue of fall, Of fall’s high heaven once again. ...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU, LO
Lustrous Breakfast Time My Aunt Lorena comes to me in dreams— And when I’m eating breakfast. That seems odd Until you know that sometimes she poured streams Of milk on Ruskets, fond with cream from God At camp meeting, inside her canvas tent. When Aunt Lorena...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
What to Do with a Dead Friend He keeps intruding sharply in my mind, My heart, and dreams. No, more in reverie Than nightmares, which is how dreams are defined Now. Visions which come floating back to me In daylight hours—reminding, say, of his Guitar and...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | ST
Struck by Lightning in the Shenandoah River He lumbers round behind my heart or lurks Beneath the surface where he drowned. He floats Submerged in memory and nothing works To exorcise the agony which dotes Around inside me. Under the stream His dark locks nearly...
