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Monthly Archives: October 2017
Melt
Summer night, Brooklyn, girl’s desire for ice cream– Melting, time’s passage. Advertisements
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, haiku, ice cream, ice cream cart, John Biscello, joy, poem, Poetry, ritual, summer, walter the ice cream man
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Walt Whitman
Of myself and stars, he sang in forked, unsigned tongues– Words his place-holder.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celebration, earthy, haiku, I sing of myself, John Biscello, life, poem, poet, Poetry, Stars, uncle walt, walt whitman, whitman's wild children
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Mist
There will come a day when, unplugged and remote, you dissolve and slip gently between the veils, so much mist needed for mourning’s soft focus into grave clarity.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, Artwork, ether, fugue, John Biscello, mist, moody, poem, veils, Voulangis
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Vintage
Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.
Wonder
Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged awe, Beauty, haiku, impressionism, John Biscello, painter, painting, poem, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, vincent van gogh, wonder
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Dance
Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, dance, haiku, happiness, John Biscello, joy, love, painting, poem, Poetry, rain, Singing Butler, song, surreal, umbrellas, Vettriano
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Steps
Bated hints of squall, narrow longing to ascend– where do the steps end?
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, france, haiku, John Biscello, maurice utrillo, painter, painting, poem, Poetry, squall, stairs, steps, street
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Street
Shuttered, close to mute, street’s ebbing pulse, gently clasped– painter’s cede to blue.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, Blue, blue sky, france, haiku, John Biscello, maurice utrillo, painter, painting, paries, poem, Poetry, street
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One
It used to be fun, time spent with invented friends– One plus none equals?
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, conrad cooper, fiction, haiku, imaginary friends, invention, John Biscello, loneliness, lonely, painting, party, poem, Poetry, solitude, un cambio de planes
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