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Category Archives: Poetry
Darkroom
In the darkroom of your own solitude the slowly developing photographs of your life can be recollected forwards, as if chronology were a fugue, and you its vigilant timekeeper, twice removed.
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Tagged darkroom, John Biscello, photography, poem, Poetry, solitude, time travel, your life
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Love Is
I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.
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Tagged daisy, John Biscello, love, poem, seasons, snow, summer, Winter
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Red Balloon
A red balloon says so much about the sky, and the weightless wonder of children, when desire, bated aloft by the sun, gives free-spirited chase to the play of light on basking reams of nimbus and lore.
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Tagged John Biscello, clouds, Light, childhood, poem, floating, red baloon
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Transcience
Where were you last night, my dreams asked of my silence— Between worlds, I longed.
Inspiration’s Track
Inspiration is not a matter of chance, or waiting, or a magic spell that demands bated breath and fretted suspension— it is the fact that you pick up a pen, your fingers growing warm and intimate with its weight and … Continue reading
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Tagged course on being, devotion, dreamscaping, inspiration, John Biscello, lore, the craft, the writing life
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Icy Hot
Between worlds, vying for merger, the reigning glacial celibacy of stars, and the marvelous frisson of pure mortal throb— Where you are not, find your ghost’s bluest breath of want upon a mirrored caste of longing.
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Tagged immortal means, John Biscello, liminal, poem, Poetry, soulplay, starstuff
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