Monday, February 27, 2012

SOUND ~









Going out

to see the moon

is part of seeing it



Remembering

it inside

is another











ACTUAL



At the back of

my head



some

thing crouching



I sit

down with











rain no


longer rain


I step


in











When the path I was on disappeared

I knew that was the path to follow











ECHO



What we

listen to



the sea for

we are











ocean she

brings me

her



hands too

small

for











FIVE



My daughter

writes me

a poem —



some words

she knows

on a page,



saying what-
ever she

wants



for the sake of

hearing it

said











rain on

leaf I

touch

--------my fingers

with




JOHN PHILLIPS
WHAT SHAPE SOUND

Skysill Press
3 Gervase Gardens
Clifton Village
Nottingham NG11 8LZ

skysillpressblogspot. com





a native islander, john phillips
lives in st. ives u.k. w/ his family
jasna, eva & lana ~

longhouse published three booklets
by john phillips that may be found
in our archive deep sea chest

thank you for the book j




2 comments:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

In poetry like this the space between lines can be as elegant as words themselves.

Lovely work!

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Yes, Conrad, in John Phillip's case, often, space is the place.

Glad to have your eye to this!

all's well, Bob