by phillipw | Feb 21, 2025 | BO, GA, GU, LO, RO
“but in our stars” We wonder whether we can ever find Each other in between our words and signs, Our gestures with our hands and arms. We wind Remembered kisses as if valentines Among our pains of exile. Not just lochs Divide us; more like...
by phillipw | Feb 20, 2025 | BO, GA, GU, LO, RO, Uncategorized
Orange Passion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Not often mango sunset clouds and sky Cause burnishing of Scottish lochs that shine In orange of special garnets. Northern Skye Is foreign to...
by phillipw | Feb 20, 2025 | Uncategorized
Lost and Spellbound The abstract breasts that jut out in the frames Of Modernism, jutting out and flat At once, Picasso’s amalgam defames, Because he wants to shock. He had a spat With lovely art and so se wegt his bile. The spewings on the...
by phillipw | Feb 20, 2025 | BO, GA, LO, RO
Stradivarius Our Language Above the Loch Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine creatures flying up above Our loch, our loch that never did exist Except in minds and hearts, except in love, The love...
by phillipw | Feb 19, 2025 | LO, PU, RO, Uncategorized
Scottish Mists Cleaner than Before Marriage The air — our air — did not need cleaning. Clean Was clean already. Blackness of your hair Was perfect. Nothing like hot iodine Was needed. Scottish lochs did not need prayer. Love’s prayer was prayer...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Give Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary p My words will drown unheard without your love Upholding them. The Hellespont invites Them, as it did the young old, young pure love Of Hero...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BA
The Object of Poetry Betrayed He starts off rhyming but he flops to slime Of almost rhyming: “oily” rhymes with “me” Supposedly. This failure comes from “crime” Of laziness. He thinks that, shiftless, he Can shift and chop...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, SE
The Hometown Boys When men attempt to turn a nowhere place To poetry, the nowhereness bleeds through. The problem is the peopled childhood face, Once known, is sentimental, not quite true– If true at all. The boredom is ignored The way a woman does...
