by phillipw | Oct 3, 2026 | Sonnet
THUD Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A thing of humans and of mammals, grief Is something that the universe contains Sans evolutionary purpose. Darwin’s brief Excludes this sorrow in the hearts and...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2026 | Sonnet
“orient and immortal” ~ Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditation, R. H. Blyth, Haiku, Summer-Autumn, vol. 3, p. 278 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If “Basho’s life was one long childhood”, then...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2026 | Sonnet
The Never Consumed Burning Bush Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Like people in the former century who Had never seen until the surgeon’s knife Removed their cataracts and saw the blue Of heaven we take...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2026 | BR, CH, GA, JE, LO, MI, MO
Paradiso and Inferno as Purgatorio Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You know that you have found the man when: Asphalt streets of dust before the rain Claim New Jerusalem’s clear gold; ban men Who do not...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2026 | AG, EX, IN, LO, MY, RE
Outer Space and Inner Truth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem From everlasting to the Everlast Of time saints name Eternity, the time Outside of time exploding now, with past And all futurity, the stretch...
by phillipw | Oct 1, 2026 | Sonnet
There, There Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The service sheet (your funeral) inside The plastic folder (bag) holds hair, your hair, A tress, a curl, your very perfect pride. Perhaps perfection is why...
by phillipw | Sep 30, 2026 | Sonnet
The Smoke Wisps Away Drunkenly Dry Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Grief’s path is dizziness, a lightning bolt Of zlowness, zigzag zapped at heart and brain. You’re left as if you’ve met a lightning jolt...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2026 | CH, FR, GR, LO, MA, ST
Incommunicado Grief For Charles Randall Stanfield The quick and the dead I wrote you sonnets. You were dead, though, then. I sat in Keats’s garden while I read Them into Hampstead wind. Among all men You were the only. In my heart and head Molasses had been...
