by phillipw | Mar 11, 2021 | AP, BE, SP, WA
Memory of a Tree Surgeon Season Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem One spring he knew stretched on — on and on — like Suns rising as eternity insists They should. It was as if an April dyke...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2021 | AL, CR, DE, ED, FA, GA, GR, Ho, SC, SM
Wandering in Warriston Cemetery “Smith contracted diphtheria in November 1866 and, although he seemed to have recovered by Christmas, was then struck down by typhus. He died at home on 5 January 1867 at the very beginning of his thirty-seventh year, and was buried in...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2021 | IN
Infatuation I think that you could once have reached to take The sun down from the sky and put it in Your bedroom. I, a new Sir Francis Drake, Would not have thought it any sort of sin To lay my heart down there beside that sun For you prop your...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2021 | AG, OL
The Alien I woke and saw it there above my bed, A shocking thing to look up to. At first It frightened—did a number on my head. Because of horror films, it wasn’t worst Of those I’ve seen, but, hey, it loomed obscene There, almost scaly, dried out...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2021 | DE
Moonbeams “Slowly, silently, now the moon” ~ “Silver” by Walter de la Mare Our night the moon sends has a searching glow. The moon, unknowing, hangs its palest light Across our sphere but only we can know How violent the men are here who fight...
