by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | LO, RO
A Long Dead Message I can’t afford to send you flowers. Besides, They’re only flowers. I want to send instead Those things that blossoms stand for, those that brides Desire. A garland for your curly head Is what you need, one made of brightness, joy, And subtle...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | AF, LO, RO
Gardenias and Snowdrops Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I send you all the fragrances of flowers, Those heavy with rich overtones as well As those with light perfumes of tranquil hours, The...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | LO, RO
A Lyric Note Set Out in Various Inks A lyric note set out in various inks Comes up from where it’s lain forgotten years. A greeting card of flowers (but no pinks) Of yellow, purples and the shade of tears, This message tries to match inside the fold Of glossy white. ...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | DI, PI
The Pilgrim Prophet Speaks Obliteration is the main command, The prime requirement of posterity; A universal death the first command, A total need is this austerity. Ten billion coral polyps have to die And forty trillion tentacles succeed Them on the ocean floor. A...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | SE
Exponential Exile Like you I’m moving, far, farther away, So far from you I even see me, sheer, Since, as we separate, our sad ballet Divides the two of us into a queer Duet of paradox: my solitude Is so complete now that I see me whole, Revealed in...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | HE
The Long Reckoning Will there be thinking after Jesus comes Again? I mean, just what will be the use? I reckon what we’ll have is lots of thumbs Atwiddling. There’ll only be the abstruse To ponder, as in how the abstract love Of God, as spiritual as it has to...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | MA, MO
Something’s Got to Give She cornered all the legends. She became The legends’ curves. The moghuls and the sports Star tried to lasso her godessness, lame And crippled though it limped with all its warts Of mental instability. The mark Of beauty on...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | BR
How Many Continents? How many continents and oceans has He crossed to come and sit here in this place? With yellow cheekbones elevated as An ancient scholar’s parasol, this face Is calmer than the autumn moon. The march Of eyebrows laid on brusquely, widely by A...
