by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | BE, MA
Imperfections He stares out, haughtiness implied in brows Here blackly burned above uneven eyes. That large, uneven nose might just arouse Distrust. Unevenly an eyebrow lies Distorted at the nose as if it grew More chest hairs there like those revealed inside His...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
Beyond the Frame An outline always touches things outside Itself and so is more inclusive, though It does not mean to be. Its lines collide Not only with what edges touch, just so, Inside a painting’s bounds, for instance, but The vast surroundings everywhere about...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
The Lost One “Master Alfred de Musset says great artists … belong to space, to the universe, to anything infinite.” ~ Mehmet Murat Ildan I could not give an outline of him, for how Could I begin, or end? A paradox Is all that could result. He’s just...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | FR, RE, SA
Brother Shun Who got St. Francis of Assisi’s clothes, Those ones he shed in nakedness before The bishop? How could anyone dispose Of solemn beauty in that scene? Who wore Them after that self-abnegation made Of silklessness and stripped down young male skin And...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | BL, PH
No Volcanoes of Bleak Lava Anywhere No single thing pours darkness into space, Not one. All bodies give off heat or light, Or store, absorb them, never spray a mace Of blackness whether they are specks in flight Around a nucleus or clustered group Of galaxies around...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AD
Ady, Endre Ermindszent’s Parnassian Poet in Paris The light falls down athwart his hair in gloss And splay of lyric brilliance. Yes cascades. These streaks of glory are tight heaven’s loss, The loss celestial heights’ desires. Shine fades But only...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
The Creator Loses He slaps down blood and brains and soul in art. He thinks that politics is none of these. When politics intrudes, the poet’s heart Becomes a platform made of callused pleas Instead of purity. He captures bark Destroyed, and slaughtered oaks,...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | SH
Prophecy from Solar Surfaces A shadow is a message from the realm Of light. Wherever suns are banished, dark Imposes silence for the eyes. An elm With blackbirds’ wings within it in a park Is useless to convey the patterns leaves And feathers might spread out along...
