by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | DR
Trumpet Cries Our dreams are tinctured with divinity. A poet or a genius seizes them And recognizes their affinity To dawn. A lover leans to touch the hem That passes by her in her crippled need. Philosophers, Hypatia-like, reveal Inherent beauties like a knowing...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | ME, WH
The Window The window, shining in an afternoon Long lost, a light of long lost boyhood day, Let in enough of childhood sun to spoon A beam of beauty for the lad. The stray Shaft through abandoned panes was just enough. His eye fell on the toy soldiers there...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | LO
Love Making, in Tenses Yes, I believe in evolution. That’s an Opening of something that is rolled Out, scroll-like; I have now become the man That mother’s egg and father’s seed foretold. Yes, everything I grew was first implied When one tailed sperm broke through...