by phillipw | Apr 18, 2021 | BE, ID, LO, PE, PU, SI
The Two Domes on the Gurdwara Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The dome of gold is higher than the white One. Both are perfect. “Innocence,” says one, “Is perfect, flawless, like a rigid rite.” Yet...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2021 | LO, ME, MO, SO
Lunar Loneliness Don’t the Moon Look Lonesome? ~ Sonny Rollins The moon has been too visited by rocks, Celestial bodies and all sorts of bits And pieces from deep space. Yet frequent shocks Of such communication are just hits Of loneliness, again,...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2021 | DA, DR, ME, NI
Strata Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our memories bring us home to more than just Ourselves, or rather to those selves that we Once were and later. Souvenirs are trussed Up in...
by phillipw | Apr 14, 2021 | CA, CO, ME
Grieving in the All but Lost Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our memories are retrieved by golden chains That reach, reach, reach until they hook a jewel From cavern depths. The caves are...
by phillipw | Apr 14, 2021 | LO, RO
Crossing Out Bars Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our love had never settled into notes Or melded into melodies. The heat Grew high enough, but flaming seas burn boats Instead of making...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2021 | CH, LO, RO, ST
As Thermonuclear as Sodom Miraculously clouds of that hot sort That swirled around us, you and me, embraced Us. Arms like these do not allow retort. They hug as hot as those Elijah’s raced To heaven suffered. Yet then unlike those Our clouds held us together all...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2021 | ME, PS, SA, SE, TH
Saint Sebastian Sans the Sacred Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Most memories cannot be kept close, not near, Not near enough to scar, unless the scar Is of a tribal kind gouged in by fear Appearing...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2021 | ME, RE
Necromancy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You are a soul assembly gadget. You Bring past’s romances back to life with their Discrete perfumes of armpit sweat, pass through Me once...
