If I were a cat
I think I would be more
of a bastard,
and less inclined to curl up in
your lap.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Embrace
Embrace me
with a quiet desperation
as we dance.
For the music could stop
at any moment.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Thoughts Fly
The mind follows where the thoughts fly to, from plummeting to the darkest deep depths of despair , to soaring above a sun kissed peak of pleasing passions, or to perch on naked branch as a comforting wind caresses you, letting you know you are never alone in the world.
Ship in a Bottle
Ship in a Bottle~
A sailing we will go!
A sailing we will go!
But on the currents we shall float
on a ship in a bottle in a big row boat.
The wind cannot touch our sails,
only our faces as we sit,
atop the glass
on a encased little wooden ship.
Our phonograph shall play at the stern
pushing us melodiously along
as we sit on the bow of the
bottle as the clouds pass low.
The little sailor man below, dressed so primly
but with his big straw hat to shade the sun,
shall keep a firm grip on the
tiller to steer our unknown path
to the unknown.
And I and my friend, shall munch
on little sandwiches come lunch
and just enjoy the day
as it passes by, spying our fancy friends
in their hot air balloons in the distance.
As we sit on our ship in a bottle in a big row boat.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 