by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | AB
Providence In literature the darkest deeds of men Required the sanction of the gods. God called The patriarch to kill his son, so then He took him to the altar, not appalled The least bit. David was ordained to kill The giant, pulp his brain and cut his head...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | DI, GO
Lost God “like the gods whose powers fade as they are carted off from their landscapes and dialects and universalized” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 13 When God becomes too universal, he Is lost. He fades, Narcissus on a pool Too broad. A fuzziness...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | RO
The Silver of Serenissima’s Lagoon beneath the Surface of the Wet Blossom The rose extended one pink petal for The present, rain. The platform (made of sheen, Of satin, velvet) waited for that pour Of cleanliness, cleanliness so clean It held itself up proudly...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | Uncategorized
Poetry Down to Earth The picture shows the severed head and neck Of Orpheus beside a stream. No doubt https://artaccordingtome.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/100_0665.jpg Eyes being closed implies this muscled wreck Of pulsings struggled, suffered, and cried out While...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2020 | OR, PO
Victim of Women Perhaps the chest of Orpheus alone, Or half a shoulder, half a curled head Would be enough for man. They might atone Among the rocks and olives where the dead Bereaved lie torn to shreds because of love By women. There a man might pick him...
by phillipw | Apr 11, 2020 | AN, RA, VI
Nude in the Gymnasium, Dressed in Modesty at Home “For the ancients, poetry socialized people; for the moderns, it reflects or promotes alienation.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 10 The ancient poets, epic poets, taught Their boys to find the maleness meant for...
by phillipw | Apr 11, 2020 | MI, OR
Misogyny (μισογυνία) is a Greek Word “What would a man not give to engage in conversation with Orpheus?” ~ Plato That marble minded Plato thinks of men, Not women, girls, or boys before they grow Their body hair in armpit, crotch, and then The beard. His brain was...
by phillipw | Apr 11, 2020 | PE
Waiting to be Perfect Inside a chrysalis without a dream Of faith, it waits. A soft and unformed thing It swells internally. Its aims esteem Unconsciously the perfect, wing and wing, And delicate antennae, waiting like The bud in April, or it’s like a hate Maturing in...
