by phillipw | Jun 14, 2025 | Uncategorized
“the quiet of a loving eye” ~ Lord Byron In Zen’s “the quiet of a loving eye” The stress is on the quiet. Loving slips To second place or lower. In the sky Of Zen the moon sails silent, though love’s hips Are in its realm. A haiku doesn’t see The lips of geishas...
by phillipw | Jun 13, 2025 | AE, BU, ES, IM, SA, Uncategorized
Sabi and “Kubla Khan” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “withered the health and the spirits of his bride” ~ Edgar Allen Poe, “The Oval Portrait” The poet left his lines unfinished—and Unfinished it...
by phillipw | Jun 13, 2025 | Uncategorized
What Escapes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It’s not so much a thought that disappeared Before you caught it, like a butterfly That flew away, or like a love that sheered Away, that...
by phillipw | Jun 12, 2025 | RE, SO, Uncategorized
Sonnets as Black Holes with Auras Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. ~...
by phillipw | Jun 10, 2025 | AE, ES, ID, PE, PO, Uncategorized
The Alchemists Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Man errs, till he has ceased to strive. ~ Goethe, Doctor Faustus The perfect poets, if there be such things, Want lines condensing life...
by phillipw | Jun 9, 2025 | SU, Uncategorized
Women Have a Dream Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ROSA PARKS A woman takes a seat inside a bus — And she’s arrested for that black stain crime. She lives where “colored” people cause a...
by phillipw | Jun 7, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Oriental Watercolorist The painter went out early in the day To find the flowers, the leaves, the insects, fruits And birds to paint. He used the dew to play With ink, to brush pastel the April shoots. If apples were the point, he nearly hid Them. Other...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
Straight Jacket and Mystic Anchorite’s Cell “a movement that can be moved (in speech or thought) is not an eternal movement.” ~ a paraphrase of Rôshi “Again, we have in this handwriting [a particular example of calligraphy by Takuan] a perfect example of the ‘law’ of...
