by phillipw | Jan 31, 2023 | Uncategorized
Haze, or, Instead, Celestial Incense Clouds in the New Jerusalem The smell of new mown grass is not a patch On new mown hayfields. Beautiful perfume Is not just beautiful perfume. No match For Shalimar the newer scents presume That they compete. That N° 5 (Chanel)...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2023 | BR, CO, DO, Uncategorized
Bree and Dawn The nine year old boy, Curving butterflies zig zag Before and behind. ~ Phillip Whidden The only perfect human beings are . . . Our nine-year olds. They’ve learned the sweetness we Had longed...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2023 | CL, JO, Uncategorized
Can Freedom Be a Creed? So…never mind twinned paradox (yet not Just two-word oxymoron). “Freedom ruled,” Is what the English peasant poet taught. This writer did not need his knowledge schooled. John Clare, he should have been called Clear. ...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2023 | Uncategorized
Defiance of the Elegance of Cosmic Laws Snow almost hovers When wind and breezes die down Above settled white. ~ Phillip Whidden The snow is tempted towards belief its soul Has travelled near eternity when close To settling on a winter’s...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2023 | Uncategorized
Ricocheting Tableaux The margins of the manuscripts are filled With wonders, painted rhapsodies of flowers And fictive leaves. The vellum sheets are trilled With monks’ imaginings. A Book of Hours Has farming in the Très Riches fields of France And yet our...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2023 | Uncategorized
Higher Still and Higher Cold saw and breeze, birch Branch: sawdust rises up on Winter wind to limbs. ~ Phillip Whidden The birch tree is an innocent, its white Increased by splatches. Maybe even black Is innocent the...
