Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonIt’s About Time
Everywhere in the house, the announcement of time, time on the microwave, time on the kitchen stove, time on the landline, the cell phone, the cable box, my laptop, all at 11:01 a.m. Only the coffeemaker is bold enough to stand out uniquely at 11:03. I retrace my...
Born
"Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3 (RSV) To be born is hard and to be hard born is to be thrown into a hardening world. All is congealing, little flex, less flow, the water -...
Clothes
We take our clothes off; pants, shirt, shoes, socks, night clothes in the morning, day clothes at night. Undressing mid-day occurs in a doctor’s offices, cheap motels, or in gymnasiums after work before going home to the day’s last dishabille. We put on our pants on...
Aphorism # 127
If poetry was written to be merely sensible, a poem would be flat, tasteless, insipid, banal, one-dimensional, and indefensible.
My Polish Poem
I have written a poem in Polish, a language I neither speak, read, nor understand. I was going to post the poem here on Poetry Breaks Things, but not knowing what I said, I hesitated. Just because the message was unknown to me was no reason to believe it was unknown...
What Happened to God?
I knew God was lost when divinity congealed into a proper noun, the day God was named and numbered - ONE, the day God stepped into a quicksand bog of definitions, the day God could not help but do irrefutable good, the day God retreated far from the edges, the day God...
The Lecture
“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Emptiness is not separate from form, form is not separate from emptiness. Whatever is form is emptiness, whatever is emptiness is form.” The Heart Sutra A Buddhist Text A cargo ship arrives in port, laden with goods from the...
Distance
Sitting middled & arounded, in the extreme center of swirl and flow, I fight hard through dense mildness of thought, for the edge, the boundary, the border, the place where beyond resides. I want to live close to distance. I want to be where B e i n g is palpable...
Prayer
Now that I no longer believe in God, it has become easier for me to pray. I have no expectations of an answer and therefore have no need to modulate my disappointments, no need to let an impotent deity off the hook. I am left with pure burning and nothing more,...