by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | OP
Happily Ever After The promise is that order and sweet pinks Will be provided to be breathed, a rich Tranquillity as faultless as a sphinx Unharmed by time. Sonatas at a pitch To woo the heart will be reflected, glass To glass, as in a Hall of Mirrors made Of...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BO, DE
The High Days Great cliffs with deserts at their bottoms mark The years. Each steep descent goes straight to plains Strewn out as sand, and drearinesses arc Out flatter than the rocks of numbness. Pain Would be too much to ask. Boringness spreads Out, wide before...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Prejudice Opposed to Prejudice Was Charles the East of West? He seemed to be The Buddhist or the Hindu mind in Christ. That mind included more of serendipity Than systematic thinking. He would heist Whatever doctrine his belief desired Among the thousands he could...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | DI, PI
It’s not Much of a Stretch to Say Annie Dillard Reveals that Life = Death Who doesn’t have a fantasy that’s dark? It comes up from the undergrowth like slime Or other fungi. It’s the basic quark That psyches stretch out from. It bides its time. Some night it...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | MA
All Too Short a Date The tree began its disappearing act Late yesterday. Some petals, fluttering, fell Unnoticed. Beauty’s zenith now has slacked Off slightly. Pinky whiteness’s full swell Has slumped away in springtime’s breathing night, And now that daytime’s...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | Uncategorized
The Tree of Knowledge of Good in Everything I never visited the land of Make Believe with him, that country where the trees Are arboretum rows without a snake. That forest would have been a land of ease Exotic with philosophy’s warm fogs That settle on a luxury of...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Spring Remembers Him The garden border just outside my door Fills up with verve and beauty at this time. Those feathered pinks of peonies galore Are weighted down this morning at the prime Of April, nearly May. Bright weight of rain Embraces petals in its drops and...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BU, Uncategorized
Helen Miller’s Little Brother The bullies all around him must have seemed Like combine harvesters to someone wee Like autumn blossoms when the bastards teamed Up. Gary, like a sweet weed in the scree Beneath a bing, somehow survived and found His way to my protection...
