by phillipw | Jan 14, 2025 | AI, BO, ED, GA, LO, RO
On Wings of Longing In future I will fly to Spain to find . . . And find. I hope to find a long-lost past With someone in it, long in heart and mind Of meetings, Edinburgh, Aix . . . memories vast For me, as long as forty years and more. This one I hope to...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2025 | SY
In a Glass of Absinthe Mixed with Trojan Blood Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The oldest Homer, blind or not, might see That caves of poetry are where the dark And torches, wavering with black, agree....
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2025 | NO, OR, RE, SU
Red Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The red around us means STOP, DANGER, NO If it is human-made. Perhaps it hints Some other code in nature. In the glow Of skies at sunset,...
by phillipw | Dec 31, 2024 | Uncategorized
“The silent stars go by” ~ Phillips Brooks The stars are silent, always silent, though If one soars through another auraed star, A roar must sound. Their particles must go Right through coronas. Each hot haar must scar The other but the silence, once profound, Turns...
by phillipw | Dec 25, 2024 | AC, AE, BE, ES, MA, PH, Ta
Alpha Men and the Arts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When far too manly in your thought, don’t dream Of doves collecting sighs or nightingales Amassing sobs. Your thick-thighed rugby team...
by phillipw | Dec 22, 2024 | Uncategorized
Thorny, Growing Things Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A sonnet wants to go somewhere, not just Within itself. It travels in its thought And themes. It wants a wider wanderlust Perhaps of...
by phillipw | Dec 22, 2024 | MU
Olympus and Mount Helicon Inside Us Always Our singing starts when mind and heart awake A pen or tongue. The singing might be notes Or words, composer or the poet. Blake Or Brahms begins inside us. Singing floats Out from our fingers or our mouths. The lips Then...
by phillipw | Dec 22, 2024 | Uncategorized
Grasping Your Soil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The acrid root of love has gilding on It. Wrinkles on it are not hidden by The gold. They look like shrivels that are drawn By greed. ...
