by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | CO, FL, LO, LU, PA, PL, RO, SE
The Purpose of the Cosmos Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Dawns come and go. The twilights blaze and fade. The phases of the moon go round and round In slivers and in spheres. Sea days are made...
by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | BU, DU, GE, PA, US
Amputee on Inauguration Day: A Sonnet Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Wrapped up in strictest red and white and blue The tight Marine snaps out a straight salute. His brute, square jaw imprisoning, and...
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 | BU, GA, HI, ME, MY, PA
Siddhartha “and things stable by unceasing mutations” ~ Thomas Taylor, 1792 The glacier is ever changing, still And not still, frozen, flowing, fixed and not, Yes, like Jehovah’s unperplexing will, And whitened like a purpose not forgot. Crevasses...
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...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AR, MO, PA
Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest? Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas. Real Is boring. Ditch it. Art becomes mirage...
