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Tag Archives: birds
Squall
This way to music, map of birds inking a squall– tenors of deluge. (Artwork by Chua ek Kay)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, birds, Chua ek Kay, deluge, haiku, ink, John Biscello, music, poem, singapore, squall
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Retreat
Perfectly still dog, robed in dust; birds, choral and bright, flutter and thrash in needle-comb trees; I, this side of dream, trespass lightly.
Musing
Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Wyeth, Artwork, birds, bones, cold, haiku, John Biscello, landscape, Muse, nature, poem, Poetry, pond, snow, solitude, tree, Winter, winter scene
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Birds
By whirling reams of papered birds, the writer’s flights, short-lived, earn the keep of dreams daringly emptied.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, birds, dreams, expression, flight, John Biscello, Literary, love, paper, passion, poem, Poetry, writers, writing, writing life
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Mating Call
In a traceless sky, Dali’s lovebird moustaches– Dada’s nature call.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, birds, Dada, dali, haiku, John Biscello, nature, poem, Poetry, Surrealism
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Sow
Inviolate, the shallow impress of bird’s feet in snow, or, how love, in chronic yield, metes time to sow.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birds, John Biscello, Literary, love, Poetry, snow
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