by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | LO, RO
. . . Mais Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If love were sovereign, we would navigate The dark canals of instinct in a bright Blue gondola, our songs reverberate A sea-shell colored,...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | BU, LO, RO
Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | LO, RO, UN
Lost Golden Prizes “from longing for the loves too high to gain” ~ Pindar, Pyth. IV, 92 That man or woman that you wanted so, So much that swelling of your heart made pain A palpable impression, caused...
by phillipw | Nov 21, 2019 | LO, RO
Our Hearts, Nested Balls Our hearts—stretched concentric spheres of gold—twinned In parallel, spoil steel Jehovah’s law That nothing should be flawlessly akinned Except the Trinity, that Love called awe. Whereas the taut-lipped godhead’s strength looms straight,...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2019 | BE, RO
Chopin Blossoms The roses are arranged in Chopin sweeps. Arranged as darker roses in a curve, They look like notes and melodies in deeps Of wounds that lean to purple. In their swerve They look as if a choir of flourished notes, Arpeggios, and mordents had...
