Philippa Lane

Rookie (March 7th,1941 / Chichester, West Sussex, England)

Philippa Lane Poems

1. Mandy (1970 - 1976) For Venetia 2/28/2005
2. Worlds 3/1/2005
3. Riding 3/13/2005
4. Forgotten Date 3/23/2005
5. The Call Of A Wood Pigeon 3/6/2005
6. The Cally Bird 3/16/2005
7. Seducer 3/20/2005
8. My Heart Will Go On 6/4/2006
9. Waiting 8/18/2008
10. What Is The You I Love 2/26/2005
11. Springs 2/28/2005
12. That Evening 3/20/2005
13. The Snowdrop 3/21/2005
14. Time Span 3/23/2005
15. Good Days 8/31/2006
16. Birthday Poem! 3/11/2012
17. My Grampa 5/9/2007
18. The Unimportance Of Being Me 3/21/2005
19. Holmhurst 3/2/2005
20. Home-Coming 3/21/2005
21. Lgh Four East 1968 3/18/2005
22. Simplificatiion (Recovery From Cyclic Depression) 3/20/2005
23. Reflection 3/26/2005
24. Hard To Understand 3/26/2005
25. My Parents Sometimes Fight - For Tim 3/16/2005
26. Crying 3/16/2005
27. Ashima's Calling 10/24/2008
28. Blizzard In St. John's 2/27/2006
29. Disappointment 3/23/2005
30. She, Who Shall Be Nameless 4/25/2009
31. Escape 3/23/2005
32. Skiing 3/1/2005
33. The Bear 3/24/2005
34. First Meeting With A Psychiatrist 3/16/2005
35. Identities 3/13/2005
36. Colour Poem: Purple 2/8/2009
37. Birling Gap 6/11/2006
38. Ex-Patria 2/14/2007
39. Felinity 11/18/2004
40. I Weep For You... 7/15/2005

Comments about Philippa Lane

  • Willa T Olivier (4/1/2005 6:12:00 PM)

    Philippa: About your poem 'Disappointment' - You are very skilled at expressing in
    words actual emotional experiences. Your poem evoked a hazy echo in my spirit of that dull thud. Bravo. Willa

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  • Peter A. Crowther (2/27/2005 12:48:00 AM)

    I have greatly enjoyed all of your poems. Lovely imagery.

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Best Poem of Philippa Lane

Blue

Blue floats and hovers
it never comes to rest
its scent is distant bonfires
its touch moth-breath

Blue is man-child
with spiritual eyes
a stranger in a room
who isn't one
soft down on upper lip
felt without touch

it is dreaming at night
of what is not and cannot be
it is gauze-vision
half-reality

it is a shaky signature
on a typewritten page
seen through mist

Blue is pain that is borne alone

it is quena music
bone-notes quavering over absent flesh
in death worship

yawns are for want of blue
and partially ...

Read the full of Blue

Yellow

Yellow is the sun of childhood
the certain day
the fine silk strands
of youthful years
and wearing them
in a simple dress
of pale shantung
natural delicate
rustling against warm thighs

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