by phillipw | Nov 20, 2019 | DE, LO
The Death of Love The death of love numbs like paralysis Or like a tetanus infection in A purple vein, a poison sans its hiss, A serpent spurting venom lacking sin. This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start Behind an evergreen, beside a rock, Unknowable to...
by phillipw | Nov 20, 2019 | SO
Patriarchs and Pussies The wife of Lot did not look back to yearn For Sodom. No. She turned her back on Lot. The kind of man he was deserved to burn Along with all the others. He had caught Himself out just the night before. He chose To give his daughters...
by phillipw | Nov 20, 2019 | LO
Shallow and Deeper Views If you will search for me with all your soul, The real me whom I want to share with you, Then surely you will find me, not the whole Man but the most important parts. The blue Eyes mean a clarity, a clarity Of purpose and of goals. The...
by phillipw | Nov 19, 2019 | AN, MU, PO
The Greek Gods Must Have Loved Simplistic Singing Fragment of Oxyrynchus hymn, Wikipedia The ancient Greeks were primitive about Their choral music. It was like a grade School choir in unison, with notes devout In worship of Apollo. One lyre played— Or aulos with...
by phillipw | Nov 19, 2019 | FR
In Chains and Shackles of the Presumptions of Free Verse The poets who disdain tradition’s forms, Reject the sonnet and the villanelle, Prefer arthritic shapes like tortured corms Or stringy roots that grow from mocking hell To desecrate pure pages with crabbed...
