by phillipw | May 19, 2026 | BU, LU, MO, PI, Uncategorized
Lepidoptera Pilgrims Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem They flick from flower onto flower, ways And ways, but as a broken way of flicks And flutters, flickering through religious days; Or, if as moths...
by phillipw | May 19, 2026 | AU, BR, BU, FL, Ho
Trying Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The butterfly flicked Along as if it despaired Of this fluttering world. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] We try to see inside our minds and hearts The buzzing...
by phillipw | May 18, 2026 | Uncategorized
Son of a Beekeeper and a Housewife The mare, his mother, Stands her ground beside her foal. He drinks from a stream. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] Like me you probably remember days On end, clean decades by your childhood’s stream When all was clear, not even...
by phillipw | May 18, 2026 | PO
Quintessential Equine Spring Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The foal sticks out his Pink and brown snout to sniff at Purple irises. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The cosmos brought together...
by phillipw | May 18, 2026 | RO, Uncategorized
More Like Exoplanets Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The planets, Saturn, Jupiter and those Beyond we know about, a bit; but slight Our grasp of them. We know them like the floes Of Arctic ice, but...
by phillipw | May 17, 2026 | FR, MA, PH
Because Their Matter Is Not Consummate “Perfection wrought of love and pain” ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson—lover of Arthur Hallam In Memoriam A.H.H., Canto XXXIX • Line 11 “Love one another with a pure heart fervently. See that ye love one another.” “Already the words are...
by phillipw | May 16, 2026 | Uncategorized
All-embracing Bliss Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “this truth the poet sings That sorrow’s crown of sorrow is […lost] things” ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson [rewritten from Locksley Hall] The happiness we...
by phillipw | May 15, 2026 | SC
Miss Nills Whose Life Was Too Long Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Her life was neither short nor was it long. She wasted it as fungi scatter spores, In tiny nothings spewed. This meant her song Was...
