by phillipw | Feb 20, 2025 | Uncategorized
Lost and Spellbound The abstract breasts that jut out in the frames Of Modernism, jutting out and flat At once, Picasso’s amalgam defames, Because he wants to shock. He had a spat With lovely art and so se wegt his bile. The spewings on the...
by phillipw | Feb 20, 2025 | BO, GA, LO, RO
Stradivarius Our Language Above the Loch Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine creatures flying up above Our loch, our loch that never did exist Except in minds and hearts, except in love, The love...
by phillipw | Feb 19, 2025 | LO, PU, RO, Uncategorized
Scottish Mists Cleaner than Before Marriage The air — our air — did not need cleaning. Clean Was clean already. Blackness of your hair Was perfect. Nothing like hot iodine Was needed. Scottish lochs did not need prayer. Love’s prayer was prayer...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Give Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary p My words will drown unheard without your love Upholding them. The Hellespont invites Them, as it did the young old, young pure love Of Hero...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BA
The Object of Poetry Betrayed He starts off rhyming but he flops to slime Of almost rhyming: “oily” rhymes with “me” Supposedly. This failure comes from “crime” Of laziness. He thinks that, shiftless, he Can shift and chop...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, SE
The Hometown Boys When men attempt to turn a nowhere place To poetry, the nowhereness bleeds through. The problem is the peopled childhood face, Once known, is sentimental, not quite true– If true at all. The boredom is ignored The way a woman does...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, FL, Ho
Dulce et Floridum Est The hometown rocks the cradle of his dreams But not because he hankers for their claws To hold him close. He shies from nightmare streams Of snakes. A summer night-time insect gnaws Embedded in his memory. Spiders crawl Where...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Scotland’s Pleistocene and Little Ice Age Glaciers Were Just as Pitiless Despite the lochs our words were drowned unheard. Despite the village on the Pentland hill, Our words of love were lost. Long decades shirred Our love and words, and crinkled them to kill...
