Wildflowers

The child in me
the fire carrier
has always wanted
to love big
with no barriers
or wind tunnels
or bubble-clots
to gum up the flow.
I think
maybe this is
the Paradise
whose greenest tips
I have grazed
and touched upon
but haven’t fully engaged
or known.
The child in me
the rainmaker
dreams big
fathoming the heart
is measureless
in what
and who
it can hold.
Somewhere
there are lighted shreds
and tatters of innocence
seeking sincerest enclosure
between the petals
of wildflowers
seized
to the throes of abandon
and growth.

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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