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Category Archives: Uncategorized
Sylvia in Blue
Gauging twilight’s depths, the poet draws blinds to dream– Hope, worn to silence.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, dreams, haiku, hope, John Biscello, lyrical, poems, poet, Poetry, sadness, Sylvia Plath, twilight
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Fuse
Air chastens itself when given room to circulate, its holy charge the generous breath of God respiring toward Grace’s fused ends.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged acceptance, breath, compassion, dream, fusion, God, grace, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, space
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Recourse
To fade, with no recourse, into the annals of unreality is to lose grip on Love’s touch, to raise cinema from warm ashes on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.
Ulysses
Pen-wielding pirate, charting armchair odyssey– Vision beyond scope.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bookstore, expatriate, james joyce, John Biscello, literature, modernism, paris, poem, Poetry, shakespeare and co, sylvia beach, ulysses
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Sunflowers
Maned blessings of sun, honored by fugitive brush– Love’s feral design.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, flowers, haiku, John Biscello, love, painting, poem, Poetry, sun, sunflowers, vincent van gogh
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Roses
Roses near to grief, how petals kiss death softly, then fall, just because.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, fall, grief, haiku, John Biscello, josef sudek, Last roses, photography, poem, Poetry, rain, sadness, window
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Drawn
Storm’s furious lash, pane of glass caulking sorrow– Home drawn in softly.
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Tagged glass, haiku, home, John Biscello, josef sudek, love, photography, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, window
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Smoke
Consider the hours, consecrated puffs of smoke shot through with dusty light.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bottle, death, dust, hours, John Biscello, josef sudek, life, Light, photography, pipe, poem, Poetry, prague, smoke, time
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Apple
Ripe apple, shaded, beckons the encroaching light– at the core, Divine.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Apple, divine, dream, eden, haiku, John Biscello, josef sudek, photography, poem, Poetry, rain, window
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Touch
Child, unbelonging, warms herself with near voices– next best thing to touch.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, family, haiku, josef sudek, lonely, party, photography, poem, Poetry, prague, senses, touch
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