Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonThe Power of Speech
Adam, gestating in the earth's mud womb, overheard God say ‘let’ seven times. When Adam rose up from uterine clay, he remembered what he had heard. Then he delighted in what he saw. It gave him a yearning for speech.
ALIVE
I stand between my shadow and the sun. My shadow moves. I know I am alive. Or is the sun alive, or both.
Adhesive History
History adheres. The past, sticks fast to the present, as the present clings to the future. The past is not set, it unsettles. Where do you think history goes when it slips over the hill of time? The sun seems to set at dusk only to rise again out of the rut of night...
Card Carrying Believer
He carries the code of eternity in his wallet. Smaller than a credit card, on one side, the face and name of the one who will get us through if we know how to ask. On the other side; how to ask.
MAYBE A GOD
We want there to be something, someone, even better, aggressively benign, both charm and care. A god not strictly defined, yet influential, the kind met, not on a Damascus Road, but walking down from the Parthenon past the Theater of Dionysus into the city....
Wednesday Morning
Our day star has chased the night stars away. I sip first coffee. Caffeine rustles my senses, I hear a bird in the pine tree. So much news I must choose to ignore to briefly maintain this pleasure.
Presence
Don’t flicker about, about this, about that, linger hard, rest nearly close to completely, a sponge in the sea of the world, letting, like god in the first days, allowing what is to be to be e x p e r i e n c e d, a sign of inscrutable presence,...
Seems
"Let be be finale of seem." The Emperor of Ice Cream Wallace Stevens My life is fine, not bad, okay. Yet sadness heaves heavy. The surrogate world oozes deputized artifice. The real real is disregarded What seems is credited reliable. This is cause enough for grief....
Touching a Horse
Today I touched a horse. I haven’t touched a horse in seven years, then at a country fair, before, on a farm. I no longer live in the neighborhood of horses. The horse fly, who lives closely with his namesake, enjoys the intimacy of annoying horses. Over millennium...