Rhyme-Scheme

Posted on September 18, 2019 by John Biscello

There is nothing

to order or arrange,

nothing to worry about.

No explanations required.

Dry logic and tortured rationale

can be set aside. At least for a little while.

Try it.

You see, everything rhymes

in this letterless alphabet of sorcery,

this bottomless soup of jazz

and numinous symmetry of what-nots.

Once upon a time, words were magic

in the commonest slant of praises and deeds,

they were their own beings,

bearing the innate gifts of shape-shifting

and alchemical craft,

words were this, and these,

and paradise was the unsigned play-child

of language and silence.

Home.

It’s a matter of letting yourself

in,

and growing brokenly intimate

with the air

that holds you

in rhymed and marvelous

regard.

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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Rhyme-Scheme

There is nothing

to order or arrange,

nothing to worry about.

No explanations required.

Dry logic and tortured rationale

can be set aside. At least for a little while.

Try it.

You see, everything rhymes

in this letterless alphabet of sorcery,

this bottomless soup of jazz

and numinous symmetry of what-nots.

Once upon a time, words were magic

in the commonest slant of praises and deeds,

they were their own beings,

bearing the innate gifts of shape-shifting

and alchemical craft,

words were this, and these,

and paradise was the unsigned play-child

of language and silence.

Home.

It’s a matter of letting yourself

in,

and growing brokenly intimate

with the air

that holds you

in rhymed and marvelous

regard.

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Rhyme-Scheme

There is nothing

to order or arrange,

nothing to worry about.

No explanations required.

Dry logic and tortured rationale

can be set aside. At least for a little while.

Try it.

You see, everything rhymes

in this letterless alphabet of sorcery,

this bottomless soup of jazz

and numinous symmetry of what-nots.

Once upon a time, words were magic

in the commonest slant of praises and deeds,

they were their own beings,

bearing the innate gifts of shape-shifting

and alchemical craft,

words were this, and these,

and paradise was the unsigned play-child

of language and silence.

Home.

It’s a matter of letting yourself

in,

and growing brokenly intimate

with the air

that holds you

in rhymed and marvelous

regard.

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