Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonThis Is It
This is it. This is it. This is it. Now, not forever. This is it. The next 'it' will arrive post- haste. t
Waste Speech
vapid chatter in- consequential mutter tongue- tied stammer un- managed lips slip slough syllables into sloppy silence
An Alliance of Courage
Normandy, France June 6, 1944 Remember what was done. Remember what was undone.
Blue Sun
Careless flare, what wit makes you blue in your atomic wakefulness, your life-bestowing anger, your seething heat and light? Is it me that saddens? Is it all of us? Is it the calamity of prioritizing convenience we have foisted on the world you burn alive. All day...
Poetry
Poetry- verbal visceral memory reflected
Zeno the Stoic
When something he wanted to happen didn’t happen, he was not disappointed. When something he didn’t want to happen happened, he was not angered. When something he wanted to happen happened. he was not gleeful. Zeno the Stoic taught us to lead a well-tempered life....
The Last Hurrah
At first I didn’t think about the last, first things were always first. The last could wait. Firsts would never last. Ironically, first things became the last first things, first words, first steps, first dance, first kiss. As Heraclitus taught us, your first step...
The Candidate
To be sheltered among echoes and mirrors, that’s what the candidate wanted, no hard shiny surface silent, reflected image, resounded voice. In the crowd, the politics of duplication, every thought identical, the governance of mimocracy. Does the candidate imitate the...
U-turn
the whole world the hole whirled flung toward reversals a charge, a sally, a rally a tinny tiny finale