My Third Eye – A Poem

Patipat Asavasena



My Third Eye –


It’s been plucked.

Right out of my head.

There it is, pinched between

that raven’s beak.

It has been reclaimed it seems

since I never chose to use it.

An eye always closed.

grows dark and distant.

Best to give it to someone else.

Yet, I feel the pain of its

loss already

My mind, my spirit, my heart

has already dimmed.

I want it back.

I have learned my lesson.

I promise.

I will use it,  give it back…

give it back,

please give it back.

I will use it

just give it back.


by Philip Wardlow 2014











Come with Me – A poem

Ромашковое поле

Come with Me –


I want to go with you in a field of flowers today,

so come away with me and we’ll play.

Grab your mitt, ball, and bat and

don’t forget to feed the cats.


Home plate will be the old tree stump, it’s still

serves as a reminder to our lives where

many a memory still reside.


First base will be the weeping willow where we have

dazed under on many a  hot summer day in its shade.


Second base will be the corner of the old red barn where

we have ventured with our son and taught him how to explore

life just for fun.


Third base will be the edge at a bend in a forgotten stream

that has been flowing for years with all our dreams.

It still sparkles as the sun over high catches the ripples as

it flows by.


So come with me this day

For with you there’s always time to play.



By Philip Wardlow 2013