by phillipw | Jul 26, 2022 | TH
“By the Word of the Lord Were the Heavens Made” Far less than March’s breeze upon the flowers That have not sprouted yet, far less than weight Of sound in death, far lighter than the showers Of manna in the land of Sin, or hate Of Romeo for Juliet, a thought Goes...
by phillipw | Jul 22, 2022 | LO, VE
The Goddess of Love Stands Distinct from Ecstasy The temple is love’s stone sonata made Of marble and of space. Its pillars rise In fluting. They are made of light and shade Or more like melodies which goddess eyes Can hear. Between the columns shadows fail...
by phillipw | Jul 11, 2022 | AT, CA, HI, MA, NA
Dispensation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem What falls from heavens here upon the earth Brings mornings set with richness and with flux. A fullness settles, once with grief or...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2022 | MA
Mandarin Ducks in December Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The winter settles on the colors of The throat and wings. A coldness there calls light To make the feathers look like frosty love,...
by phillipw | Jul 6, 2022 | CR, SP, TR
I Saw Boys Playing Cricket . . . . . . in white upon a cricket ground today In Oxfordshire as if long centuries passed And made no difference. There I saw the sway Of bat. Tradition in a woollen cast, A cast, though supple as the hips and thighs Contained in...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2022 | AR, FA
Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves The voice of autumn yet unheard is still, But soon a breeze will turn, become a wind, Become a storm. October spreads a chill, A silence almost sound, or singing thinned By yellow in the leaves of aspens, beech And maples to the...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2022 | Uncategorized
Dayspring The morning moon is setting. It is still And not. The light is light and fading but Not fading. Dawn is hovering in the chill Of lunar death that is not death. Life is cut From death as if a sliver of a far Lost moon, though cryogenic in...
by phillipw | Jun 18, 2022 | PO
Shakespeare’s Ancestors “his feeling is that poetry is expressions of ‘moments of vision’.” ~ R. H. Blyth on Sōgi We think that poets must have Persians through Their blood. Persepolis and pillars high, Though broken in those measured meters true Too...
