Warren Falcon

Rookie - 403 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Warren Falcon Poems

241. Upon This Wide Water, On Our Broken Boat - Two For Staten Island Ferry, Circa 1985 Manhattan 2/7/2010
242. Upon Viewing Hiroshige Winter Prints After A Snowstorm 2/9/2013
243. Uses For Wings - Variations From 'We Can Be Broken' & Other Discarded Poems 7/22/2010
244. Wallace Steven's Florida Of The Mind 6/8/2011
245. What Bells & Sex Have To Do With Each Other, A Mythic Rendering From Ancient Texts & Dreams, Circa 1981 1/22/2010
246. What Can Be Said, This Day, Of Remorse 1/26/2014
247. What Is Allowed Lace Of Vision 5/20/2012
248. What Is Known Is Variable And Dependent Upon Available Light - Instants Of Darkness Yielding Into Present Glory 12/17/2012
249. What Is Revealed 10/13/2012
250. What Is Revealed In Two 10/19/2012
251. What Is Revealed Side-By-Side 8/18/2011
252. What Is Revealed, Variation 11/25/2012
253. What Is Seen 4/23/2011
254. What Is Seen - Harlem Tenement 2/27/2013
255. What Pablo Saw In His Final Dream - Una Cancion Por Pablo Neruda 7/13/2012
256. What Remains, Remains 5/31/2012
257. What The Culture Drug In, Patchenesque* 9/18/2014
258. What The Orphan Knows About Light 12/13/2010
259. Whatever It Is, A Mariner's Tale 7/11/2013
260. Where Dispose Of The Joke Of Bones - Minimalist Cryptics Sometimes Metaphysical, Circa 1981 2/19/2010
261. Who To Blame - On The Ocassion Of The Deaths Of Robin Williams And Michael Brown 8/25/2014
262. Whose Form Is This Haiku 10/1/2012
263. With Marigolds The Sun Breaks Through Las Grutas De San Sebastian 3/25/2013
264. With Spring Arrives Blossoms, Bridges, And Old Kobayashi 4/13/2013
265. Words Of An Old Poet To The Younger 12/22/2010
266. Woven Little Mouths Many 11/28/2011
267. Y U Blokt Me? A Website Romance Untimely Ended 5/27/2012
268. Your Letters Arrive Fat 7/13/2013
269. Your Throat Oddly Fish-Shaped 8/16/2012
Best Poem of Warren Falcon

Autumn Haiku

Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.

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Ars Poetica Redux

Dying trees fall easily.
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,

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