by phillipw | Jun 17, 2021 | SE
Septuagenarian Silliness Our lives are rounded by our follies at The start and end. In infancy and youth We grow from babyhood, to child, to brat, The two year olds and adolescents, truth Be told, the worst, then girls with swelling breasts And boys with...
by phillipw | Jun 15, 2021 | LO, RO, SE
Gone Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A smouldering in the core of ribcage bones Is what his heart is causing. Blood does not Allow an outbreak, flames of red. The zones Of marrow in...
by phillipw | Jun 14, 2021 | LO, RO, SE, UN
Relief The roses come. He does not think of you. Their pinks are far too delicate, their reds Too overwhelming, and their whites too true. He does not think of you and cuts their heads. The peonies arrived. Their petals are Too perfect, fine, and...
by phillipw | Jun 8, 2021 | FE, HE, MA, SE, TH, TR
It Takes One Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Henry David Thoreau writes of Chaucer, “We are tempted to say that his genius was feminine, not masculine. It was such feminineness,...
by phillipw | Jun 3, 2021 | BL, FE, MA, SE, SU
Mastery The first dream morning brought, on honeymoon To start his life together, he smiled, yawned, And stretched, and then he moved himself to spoon Against that back and hips. It slowly dawned Inside his brain that he could grin and keep This...
by phillipw | Jun 1, 2021 | FI, LI, LO, MA, SE
The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail All day the firefly Folds in his glow beneath grass Waiting for twilight. ~ a found haiku; original words adjusted by PhillipWhidden; encountered in Henry David Thoreau’s A Week on the Concord...
