by phillipw | Jul 23, 2023 | ME, OR, PE
The Ghost of Grieg Imagine that you are an instrument Who offers only atmosphere, no flow Of melody, no hint of what you meant In beauty or of brass notes curved to glow Across the universe, beyond the notes That carry concepts that a poet would Convey in...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2023 | IL, ME
Adherence to Pain and Truth of Elements Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Such things as small communion cups were notWhat gray medieval monks could use as toolsIn doing gilding on mild vellum. ...
by phillipw | Jun 18, 2023 | LO, ME
Memories as Lasting as a Christmas Tree Dumped on a Heap Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Mind, even Christmas Days can be denied Their memories. Lost for decades now a pic Resurfaces. (A special day...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2023 | ME, NO, PO, Uncategorized
Notre Dame’s Acoustics Taken Up with Enoch The polyphonic music of the time When lords and ladies and archbishops ruled, Rose made of notes and lines that as they climb Evaporate. The melodies were cooled, It seems, to nothingness at last, though lower notes Would...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2022 | CH, ME, SA
Etudes and Sounds as Frozen Colors Echo from the Stone So let your left hand play your melody. Shake hair above the keyboard and the rules. Fill twilight holy air. Let music be The sacrament (in aisles) spilled out like jewels A ghost remembers, or the calving ice,...
by phillipw | May 29, 2022 | ME
The Spring Each thing, if large or small, does not have wide Or universal meaning. Cherries bloom And that is it. The blossoms aren’t allied With cosmic import, are not signs of doom Despite the fact that they will die. Instead Each...
