by phillipw | Jul 23, 2024 | BO, CH, FR, LO, ST, UN
Clipped Affection Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I want to return to the flower and from the flower to my heart. Are you going, love? Farewell! (To my abandoned heart!) ~ Lorca,...
by phillipw | Jul 23, 2024 | FR, HI, IN, NE, PU, SO, SP, TU
Later Sammy Silently Disappeared with His Airforce Father Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I want to return to the shadows, and from the shadows to the flower. Are you going, fragrance? Go! ~ Lorca,...
by phillipw | Jul 22, 2024 | CH, HE, ST, UN, Uncategorized
Internal Medicine Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem And you will say: ‘Love! Love! without your wound being closed. ~ Lorca, “Towards” (Hacia) You strip the skin and flesh first. Then you...
by phillipw | Jul 21, 2024 | CL, JA, LO, NE, SA
New Orleans Drinking Whiskey Neat that which halts itself dreams. ~ Lorca, “Running” (“Corriente”) A sonnet lends a pause. It brings a halt To Tuesday stuff. It enters...
by phillipw | Jul 21, 2024 | BA, BO, RO, SE
Hollywood, Bally-wood, Female Smally-wood, Schmallywood Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem While feeling slightly nauseated with The imagery around him in the scenes And songs, with all the Hollywood blonde...
by phillipw | Jul 20, 2024 | CA, PO, SA, SM
Dusk on Cape Canaveral Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem That which travels ...
by phillipw | Jul 19, 2024 | HA, PI, SA, TH
James and Thomas, Ordinary, Homely Names Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem That which travels Clouds itself. ~ Lorca, “Running,” (Corriente) The pilgrimage to Santiago or To Canterbury tries to clear the...
by phillipw | Jul 18, 2024 | CH, ST
Longing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I believed in ghosts, your ghost would be The one I want to haunt me long and long and long. Your specter would be stretched out. I would see It. Only I...
