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Monthly Archives: December 2016
Inheritance
Amidst divisive riot, the clear sound of two tears mating upon the crest of a sunken cheek; a mother’s grief, near to fasting and silence, the warmest cross to inherit in holding the meek inviolate.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged faith, grief, hope, John Biscello, Literary, love, meek, mother, motherlove
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Winter, a Love Story
Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged frost, ghost, John Biscello, Literary, love, white, Winter
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Zuzu’s Petals
(It’s a Wonderful Life haiku) A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.
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Tagged christmas, daughter, family, father, frank capra, holiday, it's a wonderful life, jimmy stewart, John Biscello, love
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First Love, Winter
Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, warming up.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kids, Literary, love, Poetry, snow, solstice, Winter
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Gateway
It is here in this place, this chaste hollow, where my heart, bare to touch and asking, reveals itself in equal measures as gospel and wound, singing softly its locks and ravels to reach another’s lighted room, unbarred.
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Tagged heart, John Biscello, Literary, love, poem, Poetry
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