by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, ST
Resurrection Amos 5:8 and Psalm 137:11-12 A darkness came upon him, darker than His curls. Towards the earth like them it fell But with a weight to test his heart, this man, His heart and core and guts*. A note from Hell...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Adieu, Amour Forget the sense of melting when your chest Felt waterfalls of wonder from your soul, When tides came like a wave, a glistening crest Which washed your heart and left it kneeling, whole. Leave memories of warmth behind, the shape Which made blood sing and...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU
This Season Has a Sharpened Sweetness This season has a sharpened sweetness. Air Approaches lungs like maple syrup ice Shards, crystals softened so they almost flare Inside the nostrils though not quite concise Enough to stab with twinge. The atmosphere instead Is...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU
Glowing Canvas Mild autumn fields look turned to warmth by plough And sun as if a hazel-colored scene Were caught by some new Constable who now Arises in burnt orange, blond and green— While nutshell brown comes, from a brush which toils As newer Turners might, if...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | LO
Leave-taking A sonnet found hanging from an Ilex, and inscribed “The Baron Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò to Viola, Duchess Tolemaico” Translated by Phillip Whidden A tree fell in the forest of my heart But made numb silence since you were away. The...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | FR, OL, TR
Free Travel Passes for Dirty Old FФckers The major problem with the travel pass Is that it packs the coaches with old folk Like me. Of course it pains me to be crass, But, bluntly, frankly no one with egg yolk Hair, auburn, carrot top, or even brown (Or brilliant...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CO, DE, MA, SP
Breathing Death The pink magnolias creased, bruise-brown, well nigh Immediately in springtime air. The breeze Came blustering and wrinkled in the dye Of death on unsuspecting trees. Of course they will not die, not yet, nor yet These fleshy blossoms opened...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | DE, DI, GO, HE, MY
Translucent Demigods The heroes of the past are god-like strong. Their loins are near pellucid in their power And beauty. Irridescent thighs are long In loveliness of maleness as they tower Above their plinths. These calves and biceps glow With inner force as marble...
