by phillipw | Feb 6, 2024 | GA, Ho, IR, MA
Irises Not Dreaming of Other Irises Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem An iris cannot dream. It cannot dream Of blue, not even nearly purple blue, That wishes it were black. A cherubim, Once it had...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2024 | GE, OL, SH, WI
He Looks as Old as Hatred Now Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Alas, poor Yorick” “instruments of darkness tell us truths” ~ Shakespeare, Macbeth He looks as old as hatred now. This scene...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2024 | CH, FO, HE, ME, SA, UN
No, Not Really The Christ will not ascend to heaven while One sinner screams in hell or close His gates. This absolute is known, or, if not, vile That Gospel truth of love since hellfire waits Forever and forever forcing God, Omniscient, to feel the...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2024 | GA, Ho, KA, LO, LU, MA, NE, RO, UN
Unlike You and Him There seemed a time (if time can merely seem) When we soared parallel, so did not touch, The lack of touching sinful as a dream (Though close the lack of touching hurt too much And so I had to comment face to face With little gifts of...
by phillipw | Jan 25, 2024 | Uncategorized
Blue Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ‘But gang she east, or gang she west” ~ Robert Burns; “The Blue-eyed Lassie” as published in The Analectic Magazine September 1813 This...
by phillipw | Jan 24, 2024 | MO
Unending Length and Strength Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If Buddha be correct that everything Is One, the universe, the cosmos, Soul, That all be unity and all these sing In unison, not harmony,...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2024 | EN, SA, SH, VI
Despite the Yearlong Darkness Under the Hedge Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I pass the place of violets along The little lane that leads me from the square I live in, in my red brick house. No song Is...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2024 | LO
Ancient Trees without Freud Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The longest living trees don’t daydream while They live for several thousand years in drought. This lack of dreams might mean that...
