by phillipw | Jan 10, 2019 | GU
Edict How dull the gilded dome seems under clouds Of London gray. The perfect, swerving shape Looks saddened as if wearing mourning shrouds, Or dirtiness, or veils of thinnest crepe. Such beauty should not be degraded thus. But London, unremorseful, just goes on As...
by phillipw | Jan 10, 2019 | CH
In so Modest a Setting Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A giant diamond on a slender ring Of chrome is what he was. He showed the flash, Flash, flash of bevels, many, not like cheapo bling, But...
by phillipw | Oct 26, 2018 | OR
ORPHEUS: Invisible Ivory Music Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. ~ John Keats Herus Pamphilius claimed that Orpheus’s drifting soul, destined to be incarnated anew in some other physical form after he had died, elected to be born a swan so that...