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...
by phillipw | May 15, 2020 | LO, VI, WI
Highest Inheritance The losers who are punished by their loss And pain are purer than the victors who Get glory. Christ upon his aching cross Is like his cousin John. Their lives, askew Across imperial realities, Are massacred. The Pharisees’ and scribes’,...
by phillipw | May 15, 2020 | AG, LO, MO, PA
Patroklus Love moves the sea. Love moves the thunder, sails And storms. Loves moves the ancient Greeks to Troy. At least that’s what the poets tell us. Nails Go into God’s own palms to cause the joy Of never ending love. At least that’s...
by phillipw | May 14, 2020 | LO, MA, PA, RO
Edgar Allan Poe was Wrong The perfect poem is about the death Of perfect beauty. That is what glum Poe Asserts, an ivory-like release of breath From some Evangeline, a sigh like snow From some expressive woman’s breast and lips. Do you suspect he meant a young one...
