by phillipw | Aug 6, 2024 | CL, PO, WA
Classic Roman Marble Walls are Not Poetry. Monet Water Lilies Framed upon Them Are Not Poetry. Poetry is Made to Spill. Soul is Never Still. and Art May Be Degraded But Is Not Defeated or Transient: paired sonnets Modern poetry modern verse contemporary...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2024 | Uncategorized
Bastet Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Cats do not need to look at us with eyes Like hieroglyphs, with sideways glance. We know Cats’ stance already. Cats have astral skies Inside...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2024 | GE, MA
Postpartum Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A sonnet inspired by the painting “Au Bal,” by Berthe Morisot When women see a thing, they see it not As men do. Just as color blindness comes...
by phillipw | Aug 5, 2024 | GU, Uncategorized
A Religion for Bergamot, Lemon, Iris, Jasmine, Rose, Patchouli, Vetiver, Opopanax, Tonka Bean, Frankincense, Sandalwood, Musk, Civet, Ambergris, Leather, and Vanilla Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If...
by phillipw | Aug 5, 2024 | AR, PE, PR, underarm hair
Prophetic Suppositions Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We have to guess if prophets ever wore perfume. They do not tell us if they did. Just where They dabbed it (if they did), within the plume...
by phillipw | Aug 2, 2024 | GH, HA, SP
Arctic Incantations Only in Their Nightmares Since ghosts make sounds of silver freezing, we Do not hear specters. Lost, their metal stains Of tarnish are more silent. Throats might see Them as the smoke from Eskimos. Refrains From howling will not do. The...
by phillipw | Aug 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
My sun is made of vellum. They accuse It. But what if this is so? It sends out flares That scare away eclipses since their Muse Is garbled freedom. I prefer the stairs Of Jacob to defamers’ ladders for Wild salmon and the loosest leaps for spawn. My moon is made...
by phillipw | Aug 1, 2024 | LO, RO
The Stunted Loveliness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My body was the shallow pot of earth For you to use to make your bonsai in. My soul Was waiting, though. To start this gnarled birth You...
