Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonWhat I Noticed on the Beach
the earth - dense enough to bear the sea the sea - dense enough to bear the sky the sky - dense enough to bear the bird the bird - complex enough to bear earth, sea, and sky
Talk to Me
A poem is a voice in search of a conversation.
Words Working (7)
A fist of words, gloves off, sock the eyes of the ear & the ears of the eye. The punched mind jerks not deflecting harm but reflecting on what can be learned from the bruise.
Sunset
The fiery sun drops without sizzle into the Western sea, the end of another illusion called day.
Shores
The ocean is full of rain. The rain is full of ocean. Yet, I can distinguish one from the other. rain falls, waves roll, toward vertical or horizontal shores.
The Poet
At age twelve, I wanted to be a poet. What does it take, I wondered? To be a poet. A real poet, I mean. One with dirt on his shovel to dig. Uncovering.
The Future’s History
The past is not set, it unsettles. The past adheres to the present, as the present gums up the future.
Vehicular Cooperation
Corollas nearing Mustangs, Mazda’s tailing Infinities, a Lincoln passed by a beat-up Ford each precisely spaced in time; big rigs, SUV’s, sedans, minis, motorcycles, speeding south through radar on interstate I-75. On the curve, the cloverleaf, the exit ramp, the...
Denying the Holocaust
In sacred memory of the murdered millions International Holocaust Remembrance Day 1/27/2023 I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened and except for the overwhelming weight of evidence, I could. I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened,...