by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, SE
The Hometown Boys When men attempt to turn a nowhere place To poetry, the nowhereness bleeds through. The problem is the peopled childhood face, Once known, is sentimental, not quite true– If true at all. The boredom is ignored The way a woman does...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, FL, Ho
Dulce et Floridum Est The hometown rocks the cradle of his dreams But not because he hankers for their claws To hold him close. He shies from nightmare streams Of snakes. A summer night-time insect gnaws Embedded in his memory. Spiders crawl Where...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Scotland’s Pleistocene and Little Ice Age Glaciers Were Just as Pitiless Despite the lochs our words were drowned unheard. Despite the village on the Pentland hill, Our words of love were lost. Long decades shirred Our love and words, and crinkled them to kill...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Dripping Chimes across Millennia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Blond honeycomb and liquid amber drop In every era, not just in our time Or through lost 1950s days. The crop Of orange blossom honey...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2025 | FR, MO, TR
Fundamental Stuff Endangered species — sonnet, villanelle And triolet — are crushed out now by verse That’s “free,” where form and rhyme have gone to hell. If only this stuff tended to be terse . . . But, no, it dribbles,...
