Poems

Original Poetry by Warren Gaston

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....

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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.          

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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,...

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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....

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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...

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SOME CONSTRICTIONS MAY APPLY

Have you noticed, as the world opens up we get smaller? Seems to be the case. Does expanding vastness scare the mind, causing attention to shrink back in fear. A wet wool sweater on a warm summer day tightens with comfort as heat wicks moisture away. The danger of...

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Afternoon Stillheat

late afternoon stillheat   gathers on the underside of grass leaves stillheat sinks in oak roots lingers in the labial folds of roses stillheat hides in bits of silicate shining quartz the ant carries the burden of stillheat on its back stillheat cools in the wake of...

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BOXES

We live in BOXES. We BOX the earth, we BOX each other. We even BOX our bodies. We build a world of BOXES to contain -  restrain – maintain – and then refrain – from climbing out of BOXES even when our BOXES BOX us in. Sometimes we think outside our BOX only to...

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Vulnerable

The wren, nervous at the feeder, pecks looks pecks looks picks a seed of life and looks for lurking jays. feeding feeling not safe a jitter of glances.

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