Warren Falcon

Veteran Poet - 1,916 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

The Cracked Cup, Somewhat Shakespherical - Poem by Warren Falcon

for Michael Malek
'where'ere he be, his love for 'the Bard' '

Could I but hold within in spite of crack
the strength of flavors, send vapors up
for sweet orders at once telling of earth, of loam, of comet;

In my form, though cracked, could I but
mold this world unfurling before me its
viscous flag, whirl it round, a jelling wind in love with sorrow;

Could I but borrow this shape though
marred and gather all morrows to me,
their bitter drafts drink down to make
merry marrow sink stars to knees
(Heaven's burning flashing mystery full):

Could I but crack the Vault above, vanish, soiled,
to reappear, here, an apparition in insubstantial
hands, this cup, this man, this room, all one
and same but claiming separate faces;

Could all this be true I would hasten the Potter
to His shapening art, take this bell-kissed form
and, rift, singing, depart.

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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (3/16/2011 4:29:00 PM)

    Bursting with beauty my friend. Using such a simple situation to paint such significant substance. Well done Warren! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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