by phillipw | Jan 12, 2023 | Uncategorized
Higher Still and Higher Cold saw and breeze, birch Branch: sawdust rises up on Winter wind to limbs. ~ Phillip Whidden The birch tree is an innocent, its white Increased by splatches. Maybe even black Is innocent the...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2023 | AR, KY, OL, SA, SO
Some Things Don’t Need Recollection An old man takes his time to wrap around His sag of flesh the armor. This care’s not Because he fears the fight or battle ground. It’s just because his joints are are stiff and fraught With aches. One younger...
by phillipw | Jan 10, 2023 | DE, TR
Ultraviolet Poetry True poetry tries not to be a phrase Or meaning, but a color God forgot To make, a tint of blue perhaps, a phase https://images.app.goo.gl/wA9L2aQmRaqN9KgU9 Of orange, that purple punctured Jesus sought When vinegar in sponge was forced...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2023 | CH, DE, TO
Communion Under the cherry Blooms there is no one who is An utter stranger. ~ Issa, Englished by Phillip Whidden Some circumstances turn us all to friends Or bring us closer than stray strangers set Apart. The pinkness arching...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2023 | IS, RE, SE
Time separates more widely, fatally Than space. The second that just passed goes, gone, Leaps gone forever, plummets weightily, More heavily than gravity’s hard, wan Iron cannonball in vacuum, yanked fast Away where science cannot find it, lost Eternally and...
by phillipw | Jan 5, 2023 | BU, FL, PH, RE
Sacred and Profane Buddhas The meaning of the Buddha is in all Things, not just sacred lotuses or trees Saints sit beneath. Secular flies let fall Their droppings on the painted frieze Brushed onto white rice paper on a screen, Or watercolor painted on...
by phillipw | Jan 5, 2023 | CH, DI, GO
Compassion “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.” Matthew 10:29 Compassion is a tearless grief, an eye Like God’s. How else could He survive? He sees And...
by phillipw | Jan 2, 2023 | FO, PA
Stone-crafted Cyphers of Fact The earliest of flowers of course were doomed As flowers have always been and always will Be, destined for their petal deaths, each groomed By drought, or flood, or mold. They wait until A fire comes by and kills them, butterflies As...
