by phillipw | Nov 12, 2021 | LO, RO
Opera in the Crystal Ball An opera in a crystal ball is what He should have viewed and heard and felt, yet, no, His veins sensed only limerance and hot Rushed serotonin. It produced that glow Like phosphorescent joy, though not as pale Or brief as...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2021 | LO, OB, RO, UN
Unrequited Love in Men “All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke Gigantic love alone is one small space Inside the mind and guts of just one guy. It’s like a complicated interface, But tiny, ganglia trapped in a sky Of bruise enormous in its hurt...
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 29, 2021 | BI, BU, RA, RO
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The 1960s weren’t exactly right For stars who touched each other in the way That audiences hated. Lovers might Endeavor to keep journalists at bay, But Robert Benevides...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2021 | BU, DR, HU, RO, SE
The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When butterflies fan wings while on a stone, They do not dream, or if they do, they fail To dream of us, our sadness when alone Or, more,...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2021 | OB, RO, SU
Manfred Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Byron thing is what unthinking minds Presume is the Romantic core, that rot. The self, whatever that is, veils and blindstt...
