by phillipw | Jan 30, 2022 | DE, HA, YE
Poisonous Poetry The shell of the cicada; It, scraping, caroled itself Utterly away. ~ Bashō Mourning over its Dead body, over its shell; The cicada’s voice. ~ Yayu When I am just a heavy shell-like thing Awaiting worms and dessication, will...
by phillipw | Jan 28, 2022 | FI, HA, MA, SE
Silent Explosions, Please The firefly Gives light To its pursuer. ~ Ōemaru The firefly gives gleams, Green light to its pursuer. Green again, again. ~ A haiku by Ōemaru westernized by Phillip Whidden Its green is life, permission, yes, and go. The green is...
by phillipw | Jan 28, 2022 | AN, HA, ME, PO
Hesitancy Being chased The firefly Hides in the moon. ~ Ryōta When poetry is analyzed too much, It starts to lose its meaning or its force. A haiku clarified with heavy touch Becomes transparent to the mind, of course, But dies inside the heart. The...
by phillipw | Jan 28, 2022 | HA, LI, LO
Looking for His Love The first firefly! It was off, away,— The wind left in my hand. ~ Issa The firefly lands by chance upon my hand And flashes there, blink, blink in twilight green. In growing darkness little glows expand,...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2022 | LO, RO, SE
Leaving Sentimentality Behind in a Hurricane Eons from Now in a Parallel Cosmos Joshua 10:12-13 Love isn’t possible but there you are Beside me in the morning, lashes, eyes All closed to me and love. Romance is far Away, like galaxies beyond surprise In some...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2022 | Ho
Hope Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Stare ahead through the oblivion, Pondering upon the flashes of darkness. And with a hand reach out with compulsion To touch the nothingness. To make out starkness....
by phillipw | Jan 20, 2022 | HE, TO
Hermits for the Holiness of Holidaymakers Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The great estates were greedy for the worst Of gawkers. That’s a fact. The noble lords Hired hermits, fetching coins from...
by phillipw | Jan 19, 2022 | PE, PO, RE
The Rebirth of Religion If horses flew with equine, stallion wings Unfallen as archangels’ feathered shapes, And Pegasus drank deeply from the springs And falls of Peirene inspiration, drapes Of godlike water for his throat, then we Might...
