by phillipw | Jan 16, 2022 | CH, DE, LO, RO, ST
Laid Asleep “we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul.” ~ William Wordsworth If laid asleep beside each other, we Might find some rest at last. We never laid In doubled love. Love’s serendipity Was...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2022 | AD, KE, MA, MO, PE, RO, RU, TH
Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn The flowers in whitest rows set forth their white Perfume beside the Great Rift Valley on The day that Christ was born. A rose’s might Is all that they can muster in this dawn Of Kenya. That is strong...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2022 | AB
An Empty Road An empty road is more expressive than An interstate or crowded motorway With traffic. Lack of woman and of man Along the vacant stretch, not downtown splay Of Fords and buses, trucks and such upon An asphalt street, invites the...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2022 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Bleu, Blue, and Black: A Sonnet Sequence Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem WARNING: Some of the sonnets in this sequence may be very...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2022 | AN
A Symposium When singers were performing Homer in The ancient past of Greece, they sang to all And sundry. Rhapsodists were out to win The ears of not just kings but even small Men, women too, and maybe even boys And girls. The point of young men...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2022 | CH, JE, PA
“Tarry,” is Spring’s Command Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh. Matthew 25:13 Yet if we grieve, the spring that blossoms will Not come as wishes quick or slow will leap. The grief of spring will hasten just...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2022 | Uncategorized
A Double Unfinished Symphony Une notice nécrologique de l’amour A sonnet sequence of 71 sonnets by Phillip Whidden “a summit of agonising grandeur; the relentless process is coming to an end now, and Music cracks under the inhuman strain, disintegrates and is...
by phillipw | Jan 10, 2022 | BI, PE, RO
The Spirit of the Peony is Spring The spirit of the peony is spring. The summer finds itself inside the rose. In May the petals, red and pink, both sing A colored fugue in fragrant ratios. The garden birds have gathered. Great tits leap As through the grandest...
