by phillipw | Apr 20, 2020 | DE, DI, PE
Coco Chanel Just Didn’t Get It, Did She? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peonies grow larger as they move Towards death. They grow as blowsy as a whore Dressed up for some man’s fantasy. They...
by phillipw | Apr 17, 2020 | AE, AG, AN, BE, ES, PE
Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken to another kind Of loveliness. They do not know the stark Fate bearing down on them. Their pinks are blind, As blind as Homer in the palace of A king condemned by...
by phillipw | Apr 11, 2020 | PE
Waiting to be Perfect Inside a chrysalis without a dream Of faith, it waits. A soft and unformed thing It swells internally. Its aims esteem Unconsciously the perfect, wing and wing, And delicate antennae, waiting like The bud in April, or it’s like a hate Maturing in...
by phillipw | Mar 31, 2020 | PE, TR, VE
Colors Truer than Truth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Not veiled and partly veiled, completely veiled, The peonies are like a perfect prayer, Perhaps one to the Trinity. Exhaled In reverence the...
by phillipw | Mar 31, 2020 | PE, TR
God, the Father, is Different from his Son and the Holy Ghost Two peonies, a couple, side by side, One larger, lighter (that’s except its heart), The other made of heartbreak in its wide And darker oval, beauty like a dart To harm us, both are perfect in their...
by phillipw | Mar 30, 2020 | PE
Bel Canto Border An opera is going on along My garden border at the front of my Spring lawn. The notes from pinking shears are strong And many shades of pink, of rose, and sly White petals, sly because the ruffled white Is pink if looked at...
