by phillipw | Mar 19, 2024 | Uncategorized
Amorino Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I loved to buy the things that she deserved, Venetian and Parisian in style, The Positano, surcoat-like coat served With jewellery...
by phillipw | Mar 19, 2024 | Uncategorized
All Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin” ~ William Shakespeare, Ulysses in Troilus and Cressida Electron microscopes can...
by phillipw | Mar 18, 2024 | BR, DE, OR, TI
Winged Deer Tongue on a Sunless Tuesday Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Deer tongue leaves The local council mowed the grass along The edge where buses come and go. My scooter drives me past and...
by phillipw | Mar 17, 2024 | AR, CH, ET, FR
Étude in C Minor, Opus 25 no. 12 with Porphyry Shouts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Chopin étude rams the room with power, Arpeggios that swamp and swamp, then swamp The purple, pulsing chords,...
by phillipw | Mar 17, 2024 | CA, FL, SI, WH, WI, WO
As Dead As Sabbath-keeping Saints Columba and Patrick on Their Long Lost Shores Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I cannot quite call back to mind and heart My father’s voice, not even when he told...
by phillipw | Mar 16, 2024 | Uncategorized
A Day before the Great God’s Sabbath Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “By meer playing go to Heaven” ~ Henry Vaughan (April 17, 1621 – April 23, 1695) My brothers, cousins (I, too) went...
by phillipw | Mar 13, 2024 | Uncategorized
Stalking My Prospero does not need Plato’s thought Or Jesus’s. No Buddha is required. My cat ignores the mouse that he just caught, Walks past it where it, crumpled, lies expired, Ignores it since it isn’t any fun Once crushed. It isn’t that he...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2024 | GE, MA, QU, Ta
A Twenty-eight Year Old Baker Boy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We go to evensong and never think Of Tankerfield, not once. The anthems rise More jasmine-like than incense — not the stink Of...
