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Category Archives: Poetry
N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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Daisies
To have, to have not, in the end, it’s all the same– thrill to wet daisies.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged daisies, feel, flowers, garden, haiku, hold, John Biscello, love, Poetry, touch, wet
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Arc
Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, birthday, craft, haiku, identity, John Biscello, poem, soul, spirit, the writer's life
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Pour
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, clouds, found, gazing, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lost, nature, poem, pour, sky
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Wilds
Slow down, my brave child, where wilds grow, soul is taken– You star your own fate.
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Tagged child, dream, fate, haiku, John Biscello, poem, soul, spirit, star, wild
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Feathers
Song, caught in her hair, something about torn feathers, running, blue to form.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, dream, feathers, girl, haiku, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, running, song, torn
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Begin
No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.
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Tagged begin, haiku, here and now, I, John Biscello, mythology, poem, self, soul, spirit
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Unabated
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birthday, breath, freedom, hope, John Biscello, new beginning, new chapter, poem, rebirth, soul, unabated, unfettered, window
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Fount
I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace.
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Tagged dark, fount, grace, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lungs, poem, singing, song
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