by phillipw | Feb 12, 2021 | DI
The Feeling of Time and Its Invariable Companion Où sont les neiges d’antan? ~ François Villon Of all our spiritual possessions this One measures deepest, far: “the pathos of Distance,” says Nietzsche. It is that abyss Between the past and now, and how the...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2021 | CA, LO, MO, RO
Love’s Lunge at Long Last The moon in near remoteness, when compared With sun, and stars, and planets, makes its slow Fast way above us after being snared By gravity like weighty love below It, heft of earth’s devotion countless years Ago, four billion years ago...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2021 | FR, OR, PE
Mystic Incense Deployments Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The esoteric scent of peonies Belongs to aliens, to Czars’ domains, To empires now forgotten, Viennese Commanders with silk helmets on...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2021 | CR, GA, Ho, PU, SE
Edinburgh Eden The day lily blooms, But bluebells long ago, how, How to forget them? ~ Phillip Whidden Day lilies bloom, but bluebells long ago Are what the man relives. The lilies die The same day that they open. Petals grow Their orangeness, their...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2021 | BO, MO, ON, PE, SA
“Zen” * and Ichinyo (如) Aikiya The brief and long are similar — the same, Says Buddha. Bonsai in its little dish And Peony in vase have both one aim. This goal is much, much more than just a wish. Both items are the same, Gautama says. He knows the blossom has been...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2021 | AU, FA, FU, MU, Uncategorized
Curve, Raggedness, and Tininess Squared Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The thusness of the mushroom is increased By one orange leaf which falls upon it, so, An autumn colored cloth a Druid priest...
by phillipw | Feb 1, 2021 | CI, MA, OV, PE
Oxymoron The mystery of a circle makes not quite A mystery. Circles are a perfect shape And with ideals, so like the Phoenix’ flight, Renewals endlessly, the mind must gape. Since circles are, each one, a flawless line, The only way that they can be the nth...
by phillipw | Jan 31, 2021 | PE
“All Too Short a Date”: A Sonnet Sequence about Peonies Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 1 Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken...
