Joseph D E Phillips Poems

Said the old woman
while holding
her lover's hand
...

It's almost midnight.
Please don't pine
as clock hand finds
one one five nine.
...

the gray cloud of the gray world
will grab you
make you sad
...

Her feathers are her pride
And skin her feathers hide,
Her skin so pale and pink and frail,
She suffers deep inside.
...

Be still, loves, be still!

Find the happy medium
that path to enlightenment
...

Look.
Light seeps through maple leaves
like stained glass windows
veins the frames between colors.
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Dear grandmother,

your pottery
is immaculate,
...

The lamb has dreams to beat
the shepherd who will bind
her brave and lion-like feet.
...

My name-tag slides
into the time-clock, beeping
into eight hours more without you.
...

When these forgotten hands begin to wither,
bereaved and shaking they will grab their pen
and, with it, scribble nonsense on a page.
Then, in frustration, they will cast the pen
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