by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | AT, AU, FA
October Conviction Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The bird lifts up its wings to soak up fire’s Orange warmth, its orange and yellow heat. The wings Spread wide to soak up more. The black aspires...
by phillipw | May 2, 2020 | AU, NE, VE
Vermont Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A white wood house defines the slope. The trees Have gone to red and flame. A field beyond Is spread with grass and granite rocks at...
by phillipw | Apr 26, 2020 | AU, DI
Ever and Always Death is Their Final Pathetic Option “It is therefore necessary to give orders, not only to poets,but also to all artists and craftsmen, that they should portray the image of goodness in their works and avoid everything that is ugly and bad…”. ~...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | AU, LO, NI
Lorena, Logic, Love, Loss The thought of Aunt Lorena crossed my mind Today while shaving. Human brains are strange Like feral cats who once were tame. Designed For logic, heads can sometimes disarrange Their purpose unpredictably. Why should My mind thinks, “Aunt...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2020 | AU, GR, MO
The Rim Falls written on the edge of orange leaves, Upon the curling crest of surfer’s waves, On Violetta’s lashes as she grieves, The falling salt of love, salt eyes by graves— Are stunning all. They lame the heart and lung, These autumns peer...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | AU
Pastels and Mists are not the Heights of Mystery The air of brilliant autumn days here in Vermont has something unexplained to say. New England has a revelation twin To mystery. Heavy with a light of day This revelation’s sense is not revealed. The mystery is...
