by phillipw | May 30, 2021 | LI, PO, RE
Ricocheting and Reverberations “A Poem of any length neither can be, nor ought to be, all poetry.” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge The lazy ones all say, “I like this line.” That keeps them from admitting that they don’t Like all the others. That is all just...
by phillipw | May 30, 2021 | BR, DE, HE, MA, PR, VI
The Bridegroom Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He wakes up in the bridal bed. The sheets Are white but crumpled. She is slumped beside Him in a different sleep. Her throat pulse...
by phillipw | May 30, 2021 | BA, JA, PO, ZE
Sado Island Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A haiku does not aim for beauty. In The essence of the poem beauty waits. A prima donna stays behind the thin Wing curtains. ...
by phillipw | May 28, 2021 | VI
From Great Lone Hills The gales of centuries gone blow through the pines — Inivisible the wind itself — blow through The clouds of boughs and needles. Darkness shines Instead of beauty. Here no god-like blue Can be perceived. No prophet will improve The...
by phillipw | May 28, 2021 | ES, RI, SE, WA
Thine Own Self This river takes a beam of light straight through Itself, right through it to its lowest part If clear enough. The current is still true To water’s self. The water does not start To break its molecule or try to be Some other element, say...
by phillipw | May 27, 2021 | AG, GO, LO
God Loves God loves with all the discrimination Of hurricanes and tidal waves. He loves Creating . . . and watching the castration Of child molesters, and He loves the shoves Of penises inside their victims. He Loves victims, too. God loves the...
by phillipw | May 27, 2021 | ON
Obscurity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Reality is quite unseen, night mice And Black Holes, and the darks of oceans deep Below the need for eyes, and like the ice In crystals...
by phillipw | May 26, 2021 | CH, ST, TH
Dixieland Death in the Shenandoah I sleep each night with Charles in my bed. Not quite the whole of Charles’, but his hair Lies underneath my pillow near my head And not so near my heart. A sad affair You might well think, and that is true, except A beauty lingers...
