Warren Falcon Poems
|281.||With Spring Arrives Blossoms, Bridges, And Old Kobayashi||4/13/2013|
|282.||Words Of An Old Poet To The Younger||12/22/2010|
|283.||Woven Little Mouths Many||11/28/2011|
|284.||Y U Blokt Me? A Website Romance Untimely Ended||5/27/2012|
|285.||Your Letters Arrive Fat||7/13/2013|
|286.||Your Throat Oddly Fish-Shaped||8/16/2012|
Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.
Ars Poetica Redux
Dying trees easily fall..
Poems, too, as they should.
Dead wood rots from which
One good poem may grow,
The better to hear in the higher
Branches, the creaking lower limbs.
Sequestering lovers late afternoon
Whisper. One is carving the bark,