by phillipw | May 13, 2024 | BA, JO
A Miracle that I Could Continue Playing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The only time I ever felt the power Of Bach was when I played “God’s Time is Best” That first time in an early evening hour, An...
by phillipw | May 13, 2024 | Uncategorized
Kǒng Fūzǐ Lauded the Orchid and Added to This Is Buddha’s Lotus Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If Solomon were also Buddha, Christ, Confucius—all the wise minds—wrapped in one, Hypatia thrown in,...
by phillipw | May 12, 2024 | Uncategorized
Cape Canaveral’s Pioneers Asleep Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Archibald Whidden, pioneer on Cape Canaveral and grandfather of Phillip Whidden I wonder if the lights across lagoon Waves, little...
by phillipw | May 11, 2024 | Uncategorized
Climbing to the Chapterhouse in that Measureless Thing We Call Years Lost Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The steps lead upward in a staircase worn Away by centuries, worn by priests in shoes From times...
by phillipw | May 10, 2024 | IN, ME
Do Not Fling Poetry into Foolishness The poet Merwin thinks about the whim That language uses us. He doesn’t say That this is just a playful notion. Slim That whimsy, though of course it’s fun to play With half-time silliness. Yet then the game Is quite another...
