by phillipw | Apr 17, 2020 | AE, AG, AN, BE, ES, PE
Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken to another kind Of loveliness. They do not know the stark Fate bearing down on them. Their pinks are blind, As blind as Homer in the palace of A king condemned by...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | AN
Masculine Rhythms and Forms How formal were the Greeks in ancient verse, The oldest voices most of all, the blind One, Homer, and then Hesiod. Disperse All thoughts of paltry freedom. Do not mind The strictest beauties of control. Since males Are almost always in the...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | AU, LO, NI
Lorena, Logic, Love, Loss The thought of Aunt Lorena crossed my mind Today while shaving. Human brains are strange Like feral cats who once were tame. Designed For logic, heads can sometimes disarrange Their purpose unpredictably. Why should My mind thinks, “Aunt...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | PO
Phillip’s Place for Poetry I have a place for poetry, right here. It is not straight although the laptop screen Demands its squared-off angles. Like a weir That holds it shining waters, this leaved scene Is set among reality, among Realities, a bit of nuanced pink And...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | AL
Instinct and Alexander the Hateful Achilles, after many years of war, And after losing Patroklus to death, Reacted vilely, more like a smelly whore Than a man of Greek-sky principles. Blue death And anguish overwhelming him like sea Waves, catastrophic, made by...
