by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | BE, CH, LO, MA, ST
“A Man—Call Him an Angel” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A man appeared to me. He raised his hands Like angels high above but he was here In air space which we shared. His whorling strands Of richest...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | AS, CA, CH, ME, NE, PO, SA, ST
“Like Some Clean Beast” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “In the evenings at Streonshalh . . . farm labourers gathered to play the harp and to sing. Caedmon . . . was in the habit of withdrawing to his...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | LO, VE
Sententious Symbiosis “The Roman historian Tacitus records an early Germanic gnome: ‘Women must weep and men remember.’” Michael Schmidt, The Story of Poetry, 5 Sometimes a war is small and very large At once. A woman and a man are two But forced together they produce...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | CL, OR, SE
Surging If planets spun before it entered you, They faltered, staggered as I thrust inside And upwards. If the oceans once were blue, They changed to blood with foaming lust. The stride Of hardened flesh in yielding slickness changed The universe to...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | TR
Unbound the Book Some somewhere not within the view of eyes A book lies open. It is perfect, full, So full that it can always bat off lies If it is read completely. It will pull The soul. Perfection means that it is free Of boundaries. We may write, and...
