by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | PO
I Will Pin a Poem Upon my shroud I’ll pin a line before I pass away, the best one that I wrote In all my life. I’m sure that it, not more, Will be enough to get me past the moat Of paradise. I’ll show it to the guard There on the bank. He’ll signal to the...
by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | PO, RI, VE
A Broader Canvas The house guest, Rimbaud, full of polite tact As usual, demanded that a pic Of some poor long-dead person, who now lacked The decency to avoid having sick- Looking mold on her forehead, be removed. If he had only known his lover’s mere,...
by phillipw | Nov 19, 2019 | AN, MU, PO
The Greek Gods Must Have Loved Simplistic Singing Fragment of Oxyrynchus hymn, Wikipedia The ancient Greeks were primitive about Their choral music. It was like a grade School choir in unison, with notes devout In worship of Apollo. One lyre played— Or aulos with...
by phillipw | Nov 3, 2019 | PO
A Single Finger One single finger pointing to a God, That sign is what a poem ought to be. A sonnet is a temple’s carved facade And offers formal serendipity, A mystic insight from a hand scab marked By Christ’s stigmata. Francis made that rhyme. His...
by phillipw | Oct 29, 2019 | KE, PO
The Political Poet I really LUV the way they try to see A poet’s politics. The latest life Of Keats puts forward a pitiful plea To think of him as if the loving strife Inside him isn’t quite the point. His heart And lungs were doomed and we’re supposed to care...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | PO, PO
On the Literature Shelves A poem rests upon the page. That rest Is calmer than the calmest man. The lines Have no desire. They are not like a chest With nipples, hair, or heartbeat that defines Hard ribcage yearnings. Poems do not want A reader or his...
