by phillipw | May 26, 2025 | SU, Uncategorized
Flouting Celestial Spheres Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Wherever waters are, wherever their Waves flow, the sun strikes towards their surface, towards Their depths. The moon and...
by phillipw | May 25, 2025 | BR
The Housing Estates with Royal Poinciana Killed Off the Groves Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Vast realms of orange groves spread out across The sands of Florida. Uncounted trees Became the kings and...
by phillipw | May 24, 2025 | BR, FL, Uncategorized
Late Spring and Early Autumn Before palmettos flourish out in flower (In starburst blooms above the sand below), The coral-colored citrus has its hour In globes like giant orange pearls on show In Florida. They hardly seem to be Within the same dimension,...
by phillipw | May 23, 2025 | BU, EN, EY, SA, Ta, TR, Uncategorized, ZE
Zen and Lucas Samaras’s Inner Mirror Cube Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Note: If you step into this cube and the entry door is then closed, you will understand this sonnet… and perhaps much else about...
by phillipw | May 23, 2025 | RE, TR, Uncategorized
Confessions and Opium Cheaters Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The truth at last is what we always knew. Religions, riff raff earnestness, have tried To obfuscate that truth. Their priestly crew...
by phillipw | May 22, 2025 | MA
Youth Culture Influencers, or Homer, Sappho and Shakespeare? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poet does not matter in our time Because s/he turns out poetry instead Of soaps and mini-series crap—such...
by phillipw | May 21, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Lover Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A sword can never wound itself, but hair As beautiful as yours can wield a wound To you. It leaves you vulnerable. A snare Each time you see...
by phillipw | May 21, 2025 | FE, PA
Parastalks Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem [Obon, The Festival of the Dead in Japan] When pink, a perfect pink, becomes the tint Of death, you know that you are taken to . . ....
