by phillipw | Jun 6, 2021 | FI, GA
Dark Pink Nipples in the 1950s Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The 1950s held its clean-cut sorts, Its crew-cut men, but they were not the whole Array. Some others filled the gorgeous courts...
by phillipw | Jun 6, 2021 | CH, CO, DR, RE, ST
Loose Needlework The sage walks round in circles. Blessings burn. The blessings burn farewell. They burn the facts. They never matter. They are there to turn To incense all your scarred up faithless acts Against your wife, and son, and Jesus, too, Those...
by phillipw | Jun 6, 2021 | UL, UN, ZE
The Deepest, Fullest Bow The bow becomes a fugue in colors swerved And woven deeper than the color wheel. The bow becomes a ballerina curved But stoops so low the swaying starts to kneel. Obeisance is required in reverence Before the altar. Holiness requires That...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2021 | CH, FI, GA, OW, WI, WO
Boy Soldiers, not Toy Soldiers Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Wilfred Owen He’s cuter than the photo that they show So often, more a smiling kid and not A solemn soldier or a poet, no...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2021 | WI
The Expression on the Face of Mankind The answers come, the ones we are not asked, Or not in wisdom, maybe in our heart Of mystic hearts, but not in books. Those tasked With answering them watch intellect depart When they are prudent. Wisdom in the waves Which...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2021 | AE, BE, BU, CH, MA, PH, RE, ST
No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in Esthetics Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When Jesus speaks, the monasteries chant And convents count their beads. On Georgia’s roads His words are...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2021 | AP, GR, MA, SP, SY
Accordingly The spirit of the peony is spring. The summer finds itself inside a rose. In May the petals, red and pink, both sing A colored fugue in fragrant ratios. The garden wings have gathered. Great tits leap As through the grandest canyon. Swooped...
by phillipw | Jun 3, 2021 | MU, PE, PY, SY, TC
Outside the Painted Cave Before men thought of poetry, they fell In love with paintings on a petal’s tongue. It started ringing in its silent bell So utter they could almost hear it. Swung From it came colors so much like a song They almost gave men melody, at...
