by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | Ho
Hillside Horse Sense These horses wear their blankets in the chill Of April air, cloth ugliness devised To keep them warm but also making ill A lovely scene. Though practicallyadvised, From sloping beauty’s point of view There on the gentle field of freshest...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Not Listening 0 When broken trunks crack open and fall down Inside your forest, do you hear? Is there A crumbling, crashing sound that makes you frown? Is suffering deafened, none of your affair? Perhaps you think there isn’t any noise, No broken tree, no...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | PE
One Peony o One peony has blossomed late. To hold Her globe of fragrance up in bravery Is what she wants. Those petals would enfold The smiles of other pinks and there would be The others’ laughter, if she had her way. Alone she meets the sunshine, though. ...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | CH, ST
Liberty and Gladness Chuck was that image of a man who skips And kicks his heels together at a whim Of joy. He had the soul of men whose lips Were made for prayer and praise, whose mouth held brim Full words of warmth, intelligence and thought. We think of...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | LO
A River Bends Beneath: Cliff Dwellers Canyon, Unsplash.com Harsh days stretch out like winds that scour a flat Terrain, a bald plateau that knows relief From endless sameness only by a grief Which opens like so many canyons, bat-...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | HE, HY, LO
Heracles, Hero of Hardness and of Pumping Power Theocritus of Syracuse, Idyll XIII As far as Hylas was concerned, not just The heart of Heracles was bronze. That part The boy controlled because heroic lust Took over certainly was not the heart Of...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO
Sandscape Where once you stirred beside me in our bed (Your passion sleeping like a rattlesnake Engorged with flesh), a brittle skin is shed And shines. You sloughed off love as the mistake. Where once a morning light revealed your head Asleep like...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | CO, TO
A Garden Variety Tory I know a man who tells the people in His carpool all about the previous night’s TV, and of the biscuits and the gin He found on special offer, and the fights Between his children after they are sent To bed. Of course, the...
