by phillipw | Jan 19, 2022 | PE, PO, RE
The Rebirth of Religion If horses flew with equine, stallion wings Unfallen as archangels’ feathered shapes, And Pegasus drank deeply from the springs And falls of Peirene inspiration, drapes Of godlike water for his throat, then we Might...
by phillipw | Oct 1, 2021 | CH, MI, RE, RO
Moving, Moving, Still The pilgrims on their way to Lourdes are just Like entomologists that chase fey things, Except the nets do capture perfect dust In patterned beauty on the wanton wings Symmetrical in color and in shape, Those doomed realities. The...
by phillipw | Sep 27, 2021 | AE, ES, PO, RE, SE, TR
What Poetry Should Be and Never Be Too many people think that poetry Should be like this one photo of a dusk. They think that poetry should only be Pink, lavender, and fuzzy clouds. No musk Of malenesss, armpit smell, and not, not, not A waft of crotch sweat from a...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2021 | EN, IS, RE, SA
No Separation from the Holy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The soul becomes disturbed when it returns From ecstasy. Ask Saint Teresa or Saint Francis. Spirit memory still burns Like coals that touch...
by phillipw | Aug 13, 2021 | FA, RE, SU
Migration and Transmigration The thought of ancients not set down in words Cannot be weighed. That they were like our own About the cleanest things is clear. Those birds That wing their ways in autumn’s bluest zone Above the reach of men and weapons mean The...
by phillipw | Aug 10, 2021 | BO, RE, SA
Vision as Daybreak Like white cloud samples brought right down to earth By Buddha as a guide to finding death Inside his blank Nirvana, they bring birth To sacred thoughts, these insights. They bring breath To bodhi. When they come, they come like...
