by phillipw | May 10, 2025 | UN
On that Verge Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The border that you dread is never where You think it lies. The feared or hoped frontier Waits where you are. The Bergen-Belsen air Is in...
by phillipw | May 9, 2025 | BU, RA, RO, SC
Though ’Twere Then Thousand Smiles Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Scots have learned to smile at sadness. Where Else? Maybe happiness can come apart From sorrow for the Sassenach. In Ayr The...
by phillipw | May 9, 2025 | CH, FA, MA, ST
The Fatherless Son Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He does not have a son to call him to His mind or heart. Instead both men are ash. Chuck’s hair and underarms that women knew Are now like...
by phillipw | May 8, 2025 | VL
Our Poienari Castle Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We want the world to be a realm where wraiths Are music, poetry, the lines of notes Of symphonies and epics. We want faiths Composed of...
by phillipw | May 5, 2025 | AI, ME, Uncategorized
The Death of Mermaids with their Watered Hair, Blonde, Red and Purple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem There once were mermaids — in our myths at least. Our love of science and of facts has killed...
by phillipw | May 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
A Urinal on an Art Exhibition Pedestal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The modern painters found themselves outdone By masterpieces of the past. Compete? They felt they couldn’t. They were like a nun...
by phillipw | May 4, 2025 | DA, SU
Surrealism and Whatnot Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Painters are not the legislators of the world. They are the prestidigitators of the swirled.” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley The silver of the rose...
by phillipw | May 3, 2025 | WH, WO
He Declaimed Poetry “What sought they thus afar?” The places that my father knew are gone — Or worse. They change to billboard ads of hype Though he was looking farther up, upon The realms that matter . . . to some archetype About the death of beauty that...
