by phillipw | Jan 11, 2021 | AE, BE, BU, EN, ES, PE, SA
Circumstantially Separated from Satori Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The blossoms hidden by the hedge in dark Of mid-May twilight still are seen from where I sit. Their perfect pink is light,...
by phillipw | Jan 10, 2021 | TR
Trees For Charles Randall Stanfield They do much more than just be god-like, trees, Make fruit and limb spans, just be makers of The blossoms, bark, and roots. The leaf that frees The oxygen to air is far above These gifts. The trees refuse to...
by phillipw | Jan 10, 2021 | IL, LE, MA, ME, MO, TH
Medieval Razzmatazz in Le Morte d’Arthur Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Than he com on so faste that his felyship semed as blak as inde.” ~ Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur Let’s...
by phillipw | Jan 9, 2021 | CH, DE, ST
The Christian Tree Surgeon The disappearance of a man who loved The trees he killed is life contained in brief. Hiked up among the limbs he chopped and, gloved To save his hands, he felt a smallish grief In sawing through to death. He sometimes fell And suffered...
by phillipw | Jan 9, 2021 | DE, LO, MO
Vanishing Truth Each meeting is the start of parting. Who He might become or who she might become, No matter what, what finally comes through Is vacuum. Each beauty will succumb. Your newborn son will grow and go away— And he will die. Perhaps you will...
