“Something Evermore to Be”
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Yes, something evermore to be awaits,
Or we await it. It is promise or
Recurring prophecy. Sublimest gates
Are opening. This truth is at the core
Of orchid seeds and Bibles. Something turns
And something evermore becomes, becomes,
Becoming it is burning. Promise burns
Its way to futures. There are urim drums
Behind all this and evermore a death
Is prowling like a seer’s mouth along
The mud. The dead are searching for a breath
To bring destruction. These three are the throng.
..Don’t look for other answers. This turning
….Loop turns, returning, comes again, burning.
~ Phillip Whidden
