John Biscello

Bellwether

Posted on September 29, 2016 by John Biscello

Lidless,
the fluent graze
of dispersive light,
Braille for the heart
by which to envision,
or, how a river of eyes,
vim and bellwethered,
cite Forgiveness
to tow the pending divide.

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Fret

Posted on September 28, 2016 by John Biscello

Incite,
the heraldic crash
of the ocean’s champagne fete,
or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned,
sire the sea’s cadent fret.

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Spoor

Posted on September 28, 2016 by John Biscello

Hazarding a cede,
to spoor feral shoots,
or, Inspiration,
a ward’s vigilant yield
toward a mysterious charge.

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Sow

Posted on September 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Inviolate,
the shallow impress
of bird’s feet in snow,
or, how love,
in chronic yield,
metes time to sow.

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Toll

Posted on September 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Winter,
tolling the climes
of Grief’s wraith,
or, how the feathers
of first snow, falling,
chasten the dead
in lasting refrain.

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Climes

Posted on September 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Grief,
engendering the climes
of Winter’s wraith,
or, how the sound
of white fire, falling,
in reverse, encloses the dead
in penitent refrain.

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Fetters

Posted on September 26, 2016 by John Biscello

Between worlds,
the vetted reaping
of Memory, where wings
once brushed rash pink, or,
how an angel,
ennobling fetters, loses sleep
to grievous mortal claims.

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Filigree

Posted on September 26, 2016 by John Biscello

Moonlight, a Study at Millbank exhibited 1797 by Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851

And on the eighth day,
gospel and inviolate,
the Moon went on a bender,
pouring silver chaste
with salve, or, how the world,
toddling due course, filigreed
the necessary dark
by grieving jointly.

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Pearl

Posted on September 25, 2016 by John Biscello

In the shadow
of a stray leaf, the ribbed
modeling of pearlescent light,
Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature,
unsigned.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn, fall, John Biscello, Light, Literary, pearl, Poetry, shadow, solitude | Leave a comment

Fold

Posted on September 23, 2016 by John Biscello

small hands,
immeasurable in their dignity
and brood,
folding paper cranes
as grief rises
to level tender shoots

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John Biscello

Bellwether

Lidless,
the fluent graze
of dispersive light,
Braille for the heart
by which to envision,
or, how a river of eyes,
vim and bellwethered,
cite Forgiveness
to tow the pending divide.

Fret

Incite,
the heraldic crash
of the ocean’s champagne fete,
or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned,
sire the sea’s cadent fret.

Spoor

Hazarding a cede,
to spoor feral shoots,
or, Inspiration,
a ward’s vigilant yield
toward a mysterious charge.

Sow

Inviolate,
the shallow impress
of bird’s feet in snow,
or, how love,
in chronic yield,
metes time to sow.

Toll

Winter,
tolling the climes
of Grief’s wraith,
or, how the feathers
of first snow, falling,
chasten the dead
in lasting refrain.

Climes

Grief,
engendering the climes
of Winter’s wraith,
or, how the sound
of white fire, falling,
in reverse, encloses the dead
in penitent refrain.

Fetters

Between worlds,
the vetted reaping
of Memory, where wings
once brushed rash pink, or,
how an angel,
ennobling fetters, loses sleep
to grievous mortal claims.

Filigree

And on the eighth day,
gospel and inviolate,
the Moon went on a bender,
pouring silver chaste
with salve, or, how the world,
toddling due course, filigreed
the necessary dark
by grieving jointly.

Pearl

In the shadow
of a stray leaf, the ribbed
modeling of pearlescent light,
Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature,
unsigned.

Fold

small hands,
immeasurable in their dignity
and brood,
folding paper cranes
as grief rises
to level tender shoots

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Lidless, the fluent graze of dispersive light, Braille for the heart by which to envision, or, how a river of eyes, vim and bellwethered, cite Forgiveness to tow the pending divide.

Incite, the heraldic crash of the ocean’s champagne fete, or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned, sire the sea’s cadent fret.

Hazarding a cede, to spoor feral shoots, or, Inspiration, a ward’s vigilant yield toward a mysterious charge.

Inviolate, the shallow impress of bird’s feet in snow, or, how love, in chronic yield, metes time to sow.

Winter, tolling the climes of Grief’s wraith, or, how the feathers of first snow, falling, chasten the dead in lasting refrain.

Grief, engendering the climes of Winter’s wraith, or, how the sound of white fire, falling, in reverse, encloses the dead in penitent refrain.

Between worlds, the vetted reaping of Memory, where wings once brushed rash pink, or, how an angel, ennobling fetters, loses sleep to grievous mortal claims.

And on the eighth day, gospel and inviolate, the Moon went on a bender, pouring silver chaste with salve, or, how the world, toddling due course, filigreed the necessary dark by grieving jointly.

In the shadow of a stray leaf, the ribbed modeling of pearlescent light, Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature, unsigned.

small hands, immeasurable in their dignity and brood, folding paper cranes as grief rises to level tender shoots

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Meta

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Lidless,
the fluent graze
of dispersive light,
Braille for the heart
by which to envision,
or, how a river of eyes,
vim and bellwethered,
cite Forgiveness
to tow the pending divide.

Incite,
the heraldic crash
of the ocean’s champagne fete,
or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned,
sire the sea’s cadent fret.

Hazarding a cede,
to spoor feral shoots,
or, Inspiration,
a ward’s vigilant yield
toward a mysterious charge.

Inviolate,
the shallow impress
of bird’s feet in snow,
or, how love,
in chronic yield,
metes time to sow.

Winter,
tolling the climes
of Grief’s wraith,
or, how the feathers
of first snow, falling,
chasten the dead
in lasting refrain.

Grief,
engendering the climes
of Winter’s wraith,
or, how the sound
of white fire, falling,
in reverse, encloses the dead
in penitent refrain.

Between worlds,
the vetted reaping
of Memory, where wings
once brushed rash pink, or,
how an angel,
ennobling fetters, loses sleep
to grievous mortal claims.

And on the eighth day,
gospel and inviolate,
the Moon went on a bender,
pouring silver chaste
with salve, or, how the world,
toddling due course, filigreed
the necessary dark
by grieving jointly.

In the shadow
of a stray leaf, the ribbed
modeling of pearlescent light,
Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature,
unsigned.

small hands,
immeasurable in their dignity
and brood,
folding paper cranes
as grief rises
to level tender shoots