From The Encampment Of Heartstrife, A Sampler Of Poems As An Autobiography
Mark the first page of the book with a red marker.
For, in the beginning, the wound is invisible. - Edmund Jabes
There is another world, but it is inside this one. - Paul Éluard
I think poetry must
I think it must
stay open all night
In beautiful cellars - Thomas Merton
The one eyed
flicks and claps
as he will and is
his lips moving
does a spider make
a darker corner
no sight ... more »
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Warren Falcon Poems
Ars Poetica Redux
Dying trees fall easily. Poems, too, as they should. Dead wood rots from which One good poem may grow,
Brittle Goes the Bone
for Ocean The animal we are reserves just rights
Upon Reading Naseer Ahmed Nasir's 'Don'...
'Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me.' - Naseer Ahmed Nasir' A slight sigh moves sand
The Case For Love As Storm
for Crimson Love This can only go well.
That Salt Adheres
for Karthik that salt adheres to the palm
For All The Words Dished Up - Two For Em...
1 For all the words dished up, A plate without meat. Maybe, bone.
Abandoned Train Station Near Grandmother...
for Lida Harris Then died there the rose beside the house of tin.
Poetry As Constellation
for Karthik, '...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.'
Because They Rhyme They Live, Not I
'O Poesy! for thee I grasp my pen That am not yet a glorious denizen Of thy wide heaven; yet, to my ardent prayer, Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air,
How It Was I Came To Be What I Am
[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice] For 'Spider' Bottas
[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice] Fogs of summer Through the green
Minimalist Death Cyphers, A Meditation I...
. for Mooky, not even two hearts could contain your
After Folly - An Aging Poet Addresses On...
'Now I've broken my ties with the world of red dust; I spend all my time wandering and read all I want. Who will lend a dipper of water to save a fish in a carriage rut? ' - Han Shan, Tang Dynasty, China
Comments about Warren Falcon
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Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.