by phillipw | Feb 15, 2025 | CH, ST, UN
Portent, Almost Would-be Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Another wind is blowing on the side Where you are, signalling silently and straight. On my side, here, the curving breezes glide And you...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2025 | RE, ST
Many Meanings and the Two-way Mirror Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem On double sides of language we can find Some truth and maybe even both at once. The truth, though, is that faiths are always blind In...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2025 | SA
Laws in the Ark of the Covenant Made of Acacia Wood but Disguised with Gold “We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence…” ~ Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek The Bible’s bushes, never blue, bend more To...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | EL, WH
God’s Intervention Like a Hurled Rock “the blueness of wounds” Those unbelieving eyes of snow surround Her. Iciness like heat’s waves travels through Her hammered brain cells like the echoed sound Of God’s creation, banging, leaving blue Its bruises in the jelly of...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | PO, SO
Licentiousness Conceived as art or prophecy, a dream Of seers, poetry is jailed. It must Be free. It must be able to redeem A broken tea cup and to kiss the mussed Coiffure of Marilyn before she dies Of blonde indifference in a clutch of pills. The poet...
