wph

wph

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Pliocene Morning

    There was a collapsed star.

    There was light at the very end of a cave.

    There was lightning that struck a tree.

    There was a baby born

    With a slightly bigger skull, one day.

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Final Bow of the Puppets

    The humans are out there taking their bows in the light where the world can see.

     

    We are piled up, 

    cold and immobile on the floor as the green room light fills 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Pre-Cambria

    All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.

    They danced in the water like they never had before.

    I know they did.

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Night Machine

    Downstairs in the kitchen

    Stars are great wheels in a machine sky.

    Heaven is above in the metal dome.

     

    You pour yourself a cup of Water.

Loves

  • baby dandelions

    golden like the sun

    blooming in the spring

    till they turn to fuzz

    flying in the wind. 

    what our parents call weeds

    what we called flowers when we were young. 

    seems like such a sweet song

  • Where I Keep My Heart

    In my attic I keep my heart. 
    I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals. 
    When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart, 
    and sew it into pillows, 

  • sunday nights

    sunday nights are my own.

    old music in the corners of my mind

    pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems

    two hundred and seventy-two

    little golden lights, 4 walls

    that mirror my soul.

  • Wet Thread

    You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.