by phillipw | Jan 10, 2022 | BI, PE, RO
The Spirit of the Peony is Spring The spirit of the peony is spring. The summer finds itself inside the rose. In May the petals, red and pink, both sing A colored fugue in fragrant ratios. The garden birds have gathered. Great tits leap As through the grandest...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2021 | BI, RO, SI
The Last Rose of Summer Not Alone Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Joan Sutherland – “Last Rose of Summer” (1963) – YouTube [Turn down the volume on this old recording or...
by phillipw | Nov 18, 2021 | BR, GA, Ho, JA, LO, RO, RU, ST, UN
A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice. Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...
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...
