by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
You Know Its Name Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The loveliest and brightest of the grand Ideals is stretched aloft — or hovers far above The skies. It is a queen with wings’ command....
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | PE
Concordant Contradiction The patience that a peony requires Is like the quietness of petals bound In sleep through early spring. That calm inspires The mildest fragrances and colors found When waiting petals finally unfold On breezes later April breathes. Pastel...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | Ho
Hellhounds, Starve Spread wide are gates, the wider gates of sky And God’s horizon. White divinity Spreads out through widest doors. A sideways eye Looks outwards, waxing to infinity. No bolts exist now. Everything is spread So far that clouds cannot imperil. ...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | DE, MO
Meditation in Blue in Salisbury Cathedral How many deaths have been remembered here At Evensongs throughout the centuries? Dim Concordance in the form of music, tear, And candlelight is maybe only slim, But somehow harmony between them brings Us solace of...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BE
Radioactive Loveliness The face across from me is beautiful, So beautiful it strikes my lungs with pain, Destroys desires for being dutiful— Except for loyalty to loving’s stain. I thought that beauty of this order could Not be discovered in this modern day, A time...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | MA
The Young Student of Philosophy His generality of beauty stuns, But then the individuality Of perfect featured combination runs To higher realms like immortality. The study lamp casts heaven on his hair, Or rather, causes tresses of the gods To shine across his...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | SP
Magic and Magic, Spring and Spring Trees eveanesce once they have bloomed each spring. They disappear in humdrum hues and we Ride past them unaware. A magic ring Is cut in bark. Invisibility Results. As if they were not ever there In puffed...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | CR, TR
I Saw the Cricket Ground I saw the cricket ground in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The evening air and dressed in cricket white. Long centuries are contained beneath the blue Of evening sky which folds the chestnut blooms In its...
