by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | DE, LI, LO, LU, SE
The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil The cosmos, poor old thing, just falls away. It doesn’t matter anymore than dishrags, sour Beneath the sink. Creation starts to sway To less than nothingness the way a tower Crumbles into heap and dust in earthquake Nausea. Love...
by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | LO
Impatient Reverie Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I do not need to be an orchard or Become a desperate bee. I do not need To turn into a waterfall to pour Myself down through a valley and be freed...
by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | DE, LO, MU
Music is Not Composed of Ideals Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem An aria forever means what you Will be. A Donizetti sea of notes, Or Wagner in a score (Luzern-like blue), A song that Mendelssohn...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
There’s Perfection Bored into Me as More Than Perfection “All other loves are lost in only thine” ~ Alexander Pope translating Ovid writing in the voice of Sappho The other loves are like one tiny spore Of fungus less than seven microns wide, Or subatomic particles...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | CA, DA, KO, LE, LO, RO, SE
Only Lovers Cannot See Ahead Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem All kinds of lovers? Do we mean the sort Who love because of hot testosterone? Then maybe that is true. Such hormones thwart. The kind of...
by phillipw | May 15, 2020 | LO, SE
Torso Lamentation I wore all black from dawn to midnight on The day you left in exile. As if some Male widow, or goon abandoned by Don And mob, I stumbled on meanings of numb Unknown before. I wore a coma dark As an obsidian lid on a closed Coffin of a Mafia...
