by phillipw | Jan 26, 2023 | Uncategorized
Defiance of the Elegance of Cosmic Laws Snow almost hovers When wind and breezes die down Above settled white. ~ Phillip Whidden The snow is tempted towards belief its soul Has travelled near eternity when close To settling on a winter’s...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2023 | Uncategorized
Ricocheting Tableaux The margins of the manuscripts are filled With wonders, painted rhapsodies of flowers And fictive leaves. The vellum sheets are trilled With monks’ imaginings. A Book of Hours Has farming in the Très Riches fields of France And yet our...
by phillipw | Jan 24, 2023 | CO, LA
A Sort of Living Doubt “A sort of living doubt” ~ John Clare, “The Landrail” Take notice how it walks as if it fears Its foot will step upon a circle in the hell Of Dante. Pacing shy (unlike Shakespeare’s Wide eagle lines) the corncrake...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2023 | PE
If Adam Had Rejected Eve All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made. John 1:3 No finger ring could hold the type of rose Called peony, so rings adorned with gems Are substitutes. These glints are cheapest prose,...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | RE
Saint Ouen Illustrated below “One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we’ve developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God[,] they believe in nothing. The truth is much...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | GR, RA, WO
The Young Soldier with a “Whimsical Stammer” “Good-bye to all music for ever,” wrote The poet, Siegfried. This was how his friend, His fellow officer and friend, caused throat In Siegfried, Heldentenor-like, to bend Towards tears because of the piano played By...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | CH
Like a Qilin’s Feathers The childishness of Chinese girls and boys Is lighter than their hair or eyes, as light As silk in poems, lighter than their toys Like kites uplifted by a breeze, their flight On April gusts. The Chinese children’s dreams...
by phillipw | Jan 16, 2023 | CO, DE
Yet Enough A sonnet is not much in little but Enough in little. Cosmic, no, yet small Is how the universe began. A hut With kings’ and shepherds’ rhymes involves a sprawl. The form explodes inside itself, its shell The force of...
