by phillipw | Dec 13, 2021 | MO, UN
Empty Preservation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “To the loose stones that lay upon the highway, ...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2021 | WH
Whales and Red Wailing Whales never shut their staring eyes but when They sleep. The shutting of the eye for whales Is hard. If they could use a fountain pen, They would not want to write the wounding tales Of what they see in decades underneath The...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2021 | RA
Brighter in Echo than Gold Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The richness of the farmhouse is its fields Of rippled wheat or roaring yellow rape. The farmland opens up its yellow yields In turn and...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2021 | BI, DI, JU
Primordial Beaks Before Our Daybreak The songbirds hop among the flowers, upon The ground, and on the branches of the trees And branchings of the roses. In dark dawn They wake to turn their heads and search through breeze And whispering sunrise for their early...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2021 | BI, RO, SI
The Last Rose of Summer Not Alone Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Joan Sutherland – “Last Rose of Summer” (1963) – YouTube [Turn down the volume on this old recording or...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2021 | DE, RA
Rape, Shadows, Spring Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When rape blares out in shadowed parts of fields, The spring is past. Rape glares in yellow swathes Across the farm. All other...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2021 | CH
Dim and Not Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He carries one white candle in the space Beneath cathedral vaults. He has to hold His hand in front of it, so just a trace Of light...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2021 | DE, FU, PA, SA, VI
Flowers and Men and Fate Palled eons hover in the space between Each falling petal, each palled eon called Eternity or death. These, each one seen As equal, spy themselves as self-same, sprawled Like vileness, black. Each falling petal floats To vacuum. ...
