Philip Housiaux Poems
Prosody Blues (Modernist)
daring nothing lines
nothing to rhyme or metre.
Just our lives
inexplicable presence –
a sort of consonance
on the sibilant.
The White Noise Of Water
Deeply into this ocean before me stare
that I might learn and learning be released.
Oh to be lifted up adrift in the current,
buoyed up in the ocean’s swirl, a feast
of sweeping lessons arriving, all declaring