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Tag Archives: angel
Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, burning, fire, glass, hands, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, river, sound, white fire
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Enclosure
She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, angel or sorrow, grave, grief, John Biscello, love, piety, poem, Poetry, weeping
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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.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, angel of grief, feathers, grace, grief, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Poetry
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Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, Chua ek Kay, fire, John Biscello, lotus pond, Poetry, river, sound
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Meet me at the End of the Tunnel
Forsaken angel seeking Mortal reprieve– serious applicants only.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged angel, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, mannequin, Poetry, tunnel
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