by phillipw | Dec 17, 2024 | Uncategorized
Planets for Poets In days, millennia, in centuries, nights To come, will poets think of you beside The widened oceans? In rock coves and bights Will writers sing of your inflowing tide? Will poets sing in depths, in time Much deeper yet because in coasts...
by phillipw | Dec 17, 2024 | Uncategorized
Blue and Lavender Might If rain were lavender or blue, our ways Might take us back or forward in our space/ Time. I might learn to dance sand merengues MERENGUE DANCE BASI Y DEISY Along a Caribbean blue-fringed grace Of waves. If lavender, the rain might make...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2024 | Uncategorized
My Brother Ivan Gave Me a Large Chunk of Petrified (Crystallized) Wood Decades Ago As eons pass, some things become serene In death and nearly everlasting in Their beauty. Logs condemned to mud come clean In loveliness. The minerals that win Inside their cells...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2024 | Uncategorized
Maine Morning Message Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We think of Maine, New England and the snow, The snow that comes so soon in winter or Fall, even, locked as hard as Allah’s No Until the power...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2024 | Uncategorized
Cute Kitten in a Dream Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You know how dreams are. Hallmark isn’t what They aim for. Roses and perfume? Forget That stuff. Their nightmare purpose is to glut...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2024 | PE
The Salvation of Royal Coffee Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem There’s nothing wrong with coffee that you can’t Improve by changing it completely in Its taste and lusciousness and smell. Decant...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2024 | Uncategorized
Elijah Translated in a Blazing Chariot Becomes Undying Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We spend our days translating English from Trash phrases into tongues of fire and flame. We save...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2024 | AN, BA, EP, LE, LO, PO, RO
The Loss of the Louvre Imagine that the world of pictures died And words alone were left. The Instagram And TikTok types would all want suicide. Then poetry would rule; this oriflamme Of language would replace nought one, nought one Of photographs and...
