by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | EL, WH
God’s Intervention Like a Hurled Rock “the blueness of wounds” Those unbelieving eyes of snow surround Her. Iciness like heat’s waves travels through Her hammered brain cells like the echoed sound Of God’s creation, banging, leaving blue Its bruises in the jelly of...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | PO, SO
Licentiousness Conceived as art or prophecy, a dream Of seers, poetry is jailed. It must Be free. It must be able to redeem A broken tea cup and to kiss the mussed Coiffure of Marilyn before she dies Of blonde indifference in a clutch of pills. The poet...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | BO, GA, GU, LO, PA, RO, SC
The Lochs, Coldness, Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Large lochs move far away and farther. So It seems at least without you near in space And time, in eons time, or nearly slow As that without...
by phillipw | Feb 8, 2025 | CU, FU, GA, HE, IN, SE, SP, ST
Brown and Pink The bracken, as life does, has turned to rust. They make their way up through it, rustling through The brown. They need to find a way to thrust In love — or something like it. He shoves spew Inside pink guts once they are over hill...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2025 | AE, OL, RO
God Turned Night to Light, but . . . Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He knew his instincts and he knew them right, As right as when Jehovah ordered space And time, as when His beard proclaimed the light...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2025 | ZE
Flat Worth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem One faith stands out. It does not teach that souls Exist and does not say they don’t. It follows that It does not say that god or God...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2025 | PO
Withdrawal of the Winter Heating Allowance The February air inside his house Invades the body. Even bones Feel threatened. Poverty and cold each souse His inward flesh. They both are inward clones Of shivering muscle. English air that used To be like...
by phillipw | Jan 31, 2025 | MO, TR
The Modern Ships Retreat from Searching for the Golden Fleece Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The word ship he is making is a war Machine upon the sea of poetry. The battles are between him and a corps...
