by phillipw | Jan 2, 2020 | Mc
Linda Meant Beautiful Nostalgia is an ivory-silk bride’s dress From long ago locked sternly in amber. This type of wistfulness protects that tress You stole and treasure because the camber Of such dejection is extreme beyond Pink sentiment, especially if slipped...
by phillipw | Jan 2, 2020 | AI, FR
Cuckoo Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Love Me and Leave Me to Die . . . Carry On, Carry On” ………… The soundtrack for the plague of AIDS became The music...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | PE
Imperfect Peaks El Pico Viejo’s unrhythmic name Turns raggedy this sonnet’s scansion line. Don’t use the crater’s damaged ledge to blame The mountain too much, though. To define Ideal exquisiteness do not allege That everything must be perfection. High...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | DR
The Snowy Egret An egret stalks as slowly as a dream Dressed knowingly in feathery white, a night Dream, not a daydream, since the scaled-leg scheme Of daytime thought makes fantasies take flight, Bright reveries that aren’t so tight and slow As nightmares...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | LO
Tress Resurrection You know how people’s faces start to fade From you soon after they have died. That’s how It was with him. His lips seemed to evade Me first, and then his eye with velvet brow Went into shadow, that slow shade we hate (As much as I loved him). ...
