by phillipw | Oct 19, 2019 | FR, Uncategorized
Loss of Lover A tragedy that might have been imposed On me would be if I were born to speak In French. In that case I would be exposed To meanings and I’d hear how bland and weak Its words are. That would be disaster of The first degree for then I’d have...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | CH, ST
July 19, 2013 Siddārtha found, while meditating on The river, that enlightenment which he Was seeking, searching for. He found the dawn There. Buddha found there his serenity. The river represents that time beyond Eternity, that farthest bound for mind And soul. ...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | HE, ST, WH
“kitty kitty kitty” Was All She Could Say I cannot now recall my mother’s throat In words. For more than twenty years her speech Was dead before she died. A muffling bloat Occurred inside her brain. It was a screech Of blood that silenced her. No...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | UN
Quandary and Sang Froid Would you prefer to have your face or name Remembered? Hair might peek out from your brim (Cloth, felt, or fur). These strands might be your claim To be recalled. When you are on the rim Of death, will you want others to recall...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | PO, PO
On the Literature Shelves A poem rests upon the page. That rest Is calmer than the calmest man. The lines Have no desire. They are not like a chest With nipples, hair, or heartbeat that defines Hard ribcage yearnings. Poems do not want A reader or his...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | CE, UN
Certainty and Uncertainty “Avoid it.” “Help me.” “Lift a little. Come And help me.” “Take the chance.” “Be good with me.” “Be better.” “We are better than this.” “Some.” “No, you are.” “You have understood with me.” “Fulfill your mission.” “In the world.” “Our...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | AL
Religion Meets the Nagasaki Force of Profiled Nostrils How feebly glacier strengths of faith resist The megatons of fire released by you, Your hair. Christ evanesces in a mist Of sweat and hankering. The ice, so blue Before I saw you, is transparent now. No, not...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | AN
Birth from Below the Dead Nine thousand, five hundred, and fifty years This tree has grown, or grown and waited, till Allowed to grow again, still more. It clears Millennia with patience. Seasons spill Across it with destructive powers. The cold...
