Time, the Hour, the Solitariness of the Place

Louis Phillips is an accomplished and seasoned poet who writes his verse with great wit and a keen sense of the human condition. The Time, The Hour, The Solitariness Of The Place is his latest collection showcases a poet who uses words and paper the way an artist uses paint and canvas to evoke a recognition and reflection within the mind's eye of the reader. Cantrip: Sleep lively now/While I mortal weave/About your breathing/Hush now sounds,/Your world displaced/Where now the night/Imprints & now/The wind. Breathe/Yourself thru/This forest of sighs,/Gorgeous the moon/Pranking round hollow,/Now to awake./The spell is broken/ & yes you are free.