by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Sonnet about Friendship But Francis Bacon says there’s almost no Such thing as friendship in the world, and least Of all between equals. Call him “bro”— He’ll turn into that foe we call the beast, Dite Derrida. The Christ called Judas, “Friend,” Received betrayal in...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Easy Does It Sometimes the definitions seem less grand. D. H. Lawrence remarks, “I like him. What Else is there?” Friendship’s not a big demand. It doesn’t have to be a great big strut Of pledges, principles, philosophy; It’s more,...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | FR
Carl Through forests that had died the rivers run Again, reviving what had ceased to be, And there the darkness dried up in the sun, Reveals now in each resurrected tree A beauty known to hunters in the dawn. Eternity rose up through morning light, Incarnate in a...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, PA
An Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare scenes made worse by being...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | AE, AL, BU, FL, IN, LO, ME, NO
Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you. It looked like you, though. Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, LU
Words without Song: a Sonnet Is love a spate of rhyming in the veins? Or is it even less, a bit of plot (inside a thousand paperbacks) like stains across their pages? Is it merely hot concessions to the urgent skin of lust? Are fornication and adultery love’s...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, PH, WH
An Affair with Sonnets . . . For Eternity “Eternity in an Hour” ~ William Blake If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | FL
Daytona Paradiso The neon signs of Florida are matched By empty sunlight in her days. The worst, Perhaps, is how the local roads have hatched Those crummy little businesses accursed With would be clever, come on names that churn Your sunburned gut. Or maybe even...
