by phillipw | Jan 2, 2021 | GI, MY, SE
At Least among the Redwoods “Man is somehow out of place in ‘the brotherhood of venerable trees’[1] Yet they are meaningless without at least his absence.” ~ R. H. Blyth, Haiku, Autumn – Summer, volume 3, p. 842 Wallpaperup.com Among the brotherhood...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2021 | DE, GO, GR, JE
A Sparrow Falls in Eternity He felt a small, one moment’s stress when he Rode past the fox in Slough. The coach swept by It, beautiful, quite orange. Divinity Would also have looked down from God-filled sky Since He is everywhere. He would have seen The...
by phillipw | Dec 31, 2020 | HE, JE, LO, RO, ST
Walking with Another Man in a Street of Athens Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He bought her earrings, rings in rings in rings Around a sphere, the whole arrangement made Of tempered steel. Well...
by phillipw | Dec 31, 2020 | AL, DO, EM, TR, WH
The Innocence of Snow Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Wherever snow is, it is always just Like snow in other places. Snow in Rome And Paris lies just like the holy dust Of manna in the desert,...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2020 | CA, FR, GR, LO
“A man’s reach should exceed his grasp” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He wasted love. He took and gave it all Around and wasted it. He took as much As anyone (almost) would...
by phillipw | Dec 29, 2020 | HE, PR, SE, ST
The Trappings of Romance He’d clamped his lips together both to halt His making shouts—and calling out that name. He knew that theirs had been a wild assault Against his nature. It had been his shame. The yellow hair that clung about the head Was stylish in the...
by phillipw | Dec 29, 2020 | HA, LI, LO, Mc, ME
Linda He falls apart. He picks it up and goes To pieces. Snapshots there had lain inside The closet darkness decades. In the throes Of stirred up memories, he learned they misguide. Blank absence makes us think that we’re like ones Who don’t believe...
by phillipw | Dec 29, 2020 | DE, MO
Remaining with Them is Like Losing Them To hold on to the dead is to forsake Them. Holding on is like a woman in Denial when divorced. The pulse of ache Will not decrease no matter what his sin Was. Hoping for his love again will shove Him even farther into...
