Phillip’s latest reveries

  • Reflections in space

    January 14, 2020 by

    Standing in the mirror
    she failed to divine
    the scope
    of a universe just above
    the horizon. Unseen
    within herself,
    distracted by visions
    of reflected glory, her dreams
    begged for sunlight.

    The astronaut neglected
    to recognize the gravity
    of the situation,
    but with luck she will
    seize the opportunity
    another daybreak illuminates, light
    bounding among
    the star-point hopes
    lost among the dark.

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  • Poem included in new #1 anthology

    January 13, 2020 by

    I have some incredibly awesome news: my poem “Another storm” is included in a brand new poetry anthology, Pain & Renewal from the wonderful Brian Geiger at Vita Brevis Press. That anthology was released yesterday and shot to #1 in Amazon’s poetry anthology list. It is such an incredible honor to be included in this work with a wide collection of talented poets.

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  • Discolored past

    January 9, 2020 by

    The rocks mark the ground
    between prospering weeds enriched
    by the warmth of a sun surging overhead,
    encircling those of us interred
    on a planet whose
    percussive heartbeat rocks me to sleep.

    I sense the presence of wildflowers,
    of ants scurrying together in the dirt,
    of life — too bountiful to count or name —
    thriving in the darkness or
    at least out of sight —
    I dare not note a difference in perspective.

    Photos remain after we pass on
    a gentle breeze that thoughtlessly turns
    blacks to sepia, discoloring too many memories
    otherwise cruelly lost
    in darkness
    even though the sun shines tomorrow.

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  • The year in light

    December 18, 2019 by

    The twilight of another year sparkles
    with flashes — burning brilliance —
    so I cannot leave them behind
    as we place one foot into the future.

    I pause now, lingering
    on the twinkling moments,
    savoring the sweet stamped imprints
    while my month waters
    in anticipation of more to come.

    Even the sad, the hurt,
    the bulbs I’d replace if I could —
    I’ll take them with me. Sometimes
    any light is a reminder
    that life glimmers between bursts
    of radiant light
    whether we’re looking or not.

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  • Wine glow

    December 16, 2019 by

    Her cheeks glow from the wine,
    confidence radiating beneath
    warm brown eyes looking to a future
    we share with another bottle.

    She inspires me, warm comfort
    in a life where nothing is promised,
    as we decant our vows again
    reassured by her smoldering flush.

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  • Chill

    December 12, 2019 by

    As I leap into middle age
    (knuckles white)
    I wonder if the greatest adventure
    is merely to breathe
    (snow meets altruistic land)

    In a world spinning its wheels,
    (frigid morning scrubs icy)
    the eager sound can’t whine for change,
    stale taste of winter
    (skin burning with the chill)

    The calendar will jump to Spring
    (teeth rattle loose)
    anticipation blooming every dewy night
    I snore away
    (gray hair wind-blown)

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  • Who will?

    December 10, 2019 by

    Who will hear our prayer,
    echoing through the empty air
    that divides us, an appeal
    to something unseen and unseeable,
    our invocation lost among nothing?

    Who will hear our psalm,
    the choir humbly beseeched
    by a chorus reverberating with thanks
    in its every deliverance before
    the entreating congregation?

    Who will answer our pleas,
    voices searching for seraphic blessing
    while some celestial body
    of spiritual vitality circles —
    words bouncing in the void?

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  • Colors can be different

    December 10, 2019 by

    Colors are not frozen, shyly hiding
    In the shadows while hinting at
    a deeper shade. Colors can be different
    colors, attacking us with their brilliance
    or assaulting us through blue dreams
    that search for softer complexion,
    a complexity of consciousness.

    Color may dance in musical hues
    of pixelated pigment only I can hear,
    telling stories too bold for black and white.
    A brutal world craves absolutes, leaving us
    to unearth our own meaning where we may.
    A colorless tale has no heart. Let it go.
    We will find warmth in tinctured breaths.

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