Poems from philippanhorst
Let my works speak for themselves for they are a reflection of that which I am: the Piedmont, the old maritime coast, and then the ocean.
Amongst the amber grass of the marsh
Drifts a slow, sullen, stagnate inlet
Past dead overhanging oaks-gazing harsh,
Apathetically, upon...
Picture, immeasurable heights above,
The distant expanse-a plane eternal-
Seems so minute or remote, miniscule.
Inconsequential are rough...
As I meandered thru woods of green
Past the quick brook and cold rolling stream.
I came to a cliff of heights unseen
A craggy broken wall,...
As portward bound I wandered
I beheld an endless sea.
I halted and I pondered
Its tumultuous infinity.
The endless turquoise heights
With...
Love like an oyster binds fast.
Remove the shell once it has past
And break
The bonds it did construct,
The life inside destruct,
And...