by phillipw | Nov 30, 2022 | DE, FR, QU, WH
The Verges of Oblivion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem These ones lie now in death except in scraps Like tombstones, marriage licenses, and birth Certificates. From these no useful maps Can...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2022 | PE
The tulip’s petals hold a white so pure Perfection cannot show the dew. Each edge, Ideal within its curve, is like a sure White ojee, or a prophet’s sword-like pledge In Amritsar. The tulip’s petals hold A purity geometry of shapes Can only wish...
by phillipw | Oct 27, 2022 | Uncategorized
Arrogance Lurking in an Haute Bourgeois Reptile ‘I am sure he will be a very good poet some day, and he is a very loveable creature’. Siegfried Sassoon writing to Robert Graves as quoted in Jean Moorcroft Wilson’s Siegfried Sassoon, the Making of a War...
by phillipw | Oct 27, 2022 | CA, FE, LO, PE, PR
Fast I lay my hands against his fur. Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane. My fingers warm his back And side. They warm me, too. My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green. This calm...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2022 | CH, ME, SA
Etudes and Sounds as Frozen Colors Echo from the Stone So let your left hand play your melody. Shake hair above the keyboard and the rules. Fill twilight holy air. Let music be The sacrament (in aisles) spilled out like jewels A ghost remembers, or the calving ice,...
by phillipw | Oct 5, 2022 | FO, HA, SA, SI, Ta, WO, WW
The Fox Hunter Flushes Out the Fritzies Single-handedly with Bayonet and with the Same Fingers that Wrote His Poetry Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He loved his poetry and music, such Like things,...
by phillipw | Oct 5, 2022 | Uncategorized
Siegfried and Wilfred Composing Poetry at Craiglockhart Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem For Margaret Since music always has a blackness set Around it and beyond, its notes are gold Encased in something...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2022 | EV, PA, SU
“Proud as the evening sky” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem While fading on the breeze of thought from one Lost memory to yet another lost, From time before our sleeping, lost or won, A notion...
