by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | CA
Feral Cats Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Stray cats are not poor fellows who would live, Or, rather, they are more than that. They sleep In sunlight where they find it and forgive The Great Cat God...
by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | Uncategorized
Cape Canaveral Coast Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He looks between the seagrape bushes’ limbs A path straight down to ocean waves, their white Foam frills stretched out to welcome death, its whims That...
by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | TW
Rockbound Coast Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We think of Maine at dusk, its moon above The hardness of the ice in sea and near Pink, pink purpled, lower. Courtly love Comes swimming up from places...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2026 | UN
Moons and Hermits Have No Wings The scent and color Of pale wistaria seems Distant from the moon. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden The moth has now rejected petals of The cherry tree and wants instead a sky With evening crescent moon. Desire and love Are far...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2026 | HA, OR, PE, SH
Poem Interpretation Examining three Thousand haiku carefully, The two persimmons. ~ Shiki The reader, far too Western, so it seems, Blinks, flummoxed by the haiku. He or she Can’t grasp how two fruit spheres, unless in dreams Of Japanese imagination, see Their way...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2026 | Uncategorized
Storm Troopers and Presidential Persecutive Order Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peacock’s tail spreads open with its gold In iridescence. Bird of little brain, This bird sports gilded penis so...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2026 | DI, MY, PE
The Ideal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Perfection can’t be found in man-made things, Her mother held. She could have stopped with “man” And stopped her insight there. The bees with stings Are far...
by phillipw | Feb 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
Turning, Turning, You Come Round Right Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you can turn the tables, you can win. Turn panic into Caribbean calms Or, rather, let the panic turn its sin To something...
