by phillipw | Nov 11, 2026 | BO, CA, CH, PE
Candy Turtles Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The emperor of nut and caramel And chocolate chomps was turtles made of brown Milk chocolate and pecans with gooey swell Of caramel that squished on tongue. ...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2026 | PE, SE
Enlightenment Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The bud of peony is just a bud, Since small, though fat. It isn’t quite the thing. There’s nothing in it making hearts go, “THUD!” It does not give a glint...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2026 | BU, PE
The Purpose of a Peony Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem There is no purpose in the purpose of The peony except the aim of bloom To bring a bee or butterfly for love Of pollen and of nectar. Clear perfume...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2026 | PE, PI
Quintimations Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If peony prinks up in spring without Your seeing it, philosophers might cringe. If peonies prink up in spring to flout Pure poetry of pink, go out and binge...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2026 | PE
Reverence Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The flowering, peony perfection, flares Out wide, for you? Emphatically not, no, You do not matter to it. Your affairs Are zilch. It does not care. It does...
by phillipw | Nov 9, 2026 | Sonnet
In Any Setting the Sun Can Be Eclipsed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He had to think how men might measure, scan And fix the meaning of blue beauty, blue Or mauve. In Tokyo a geisha’s fan May measure...
by phillipw | Nov 8, 2026 | CH, ST, TR
A Very Shallow Grave Since It Doesn’t Even Exist Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could visit it, his grave would freeze Me out of knowledge, secret knowledge of The limbs and branches that he chopped...
by phillipw | Nov 8, 2026 | Sonnet
Florida Excuses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our father called the clouds, the tall and white Ones, mountains of his state. We all make do. The only peaks he’d seen were somewhat slight Between his...
