“They wanted to blossom,
and blossoming is being beautiful. But we want to ripen,
and this means being dark and taking pains.”–Rainer Maria Rilke
O poor fragile blossom,
hue of vetted contradiction,
do bask in dark,
soft, storied chambers
and folds,
and come to know
the bible
of sputtering seeds
that speak, in tenderest scintillas
of gospel,
of ripeness to come,
of bursting
that soaks color through blanched veins,
and skin outworn
to fall.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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3 Responses to Ripening

  1. jocelyn harper says:

    Lovely and so well timed for me on a personal level. Thank you for your consistent soulfulness.


  2. I love that this is an oem
    The WordPress world is missing it’s haiku artist

    Liked by 1 person

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