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Tag Archives: dream
Glistening
It is sudden, this life, a billowing pop-up tent for the quick and the dead. And how true that, its frayed denouements of thread lead you back and back again through that labyrinth, its spool of yarn the ravels of … Continue reading
First, Lasting
In the shrine that we build for first kisses, lies the furloughed still-warm lips of Childhood’s ghosts, forever puckering to seal love, airtight in its untold lore and claim to rose.
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Tagged childhood, dream, ghosts, John Biscello, lips, love, rose, tenderness
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We, the intermediaries, the gilded abeyance, between holy fire and dreamless wake, we, each and every one, corpuscles, tendered to print in God’s colossal palm.
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Tagged corpuscles, dream, God, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, soul, spirit
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Course
Water, its wisdom graded to flow, seeks its own level, you, soul-liquid in essence, symmetry to unknown, are there, beyond the kinks, crimps and wrinkles, a center, irreducibly empty, scored to choral interplay, wonder and chant, you, dream-host to the … Continue reading
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Tagged center, dream, empty, flow, John Biscello, love, poem, self, soul, water
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Twine
Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.
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Tagged cosmos, dream, God, John Biscello, lovers, night, passion, poem, sky, Stars
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Desire by Any Other Name
Adore, how a crush closes in on savored pink, to split flames, and corset ribbed longing.
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Tagged adore, crush, dream, flames, girl, John Biscello, longing, sensual
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Froth
There was pulsing, and founting, the sea caked around her ankles like silky ribbons of froth. It was just a dream, but still I found her, throbbing through dawn.
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Tagged boy, dream, froth, girl, John Biscello, passion, poem, sea, sensual
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Marvel
As a child, the thinnest greenest wisps of air held tiny totemic figures of me, carved from sheer terror, aloft, and I pretended, o how I pretended to be the biggest strongest bravest boldest of them all, a clown-saint crossing … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, circus, courage, dream, family, fantasy, fear, imagination, John Biscello, poem, spirit
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Room Service
Form-fitted to God, the Muse brought in her posse– Room for improvement.
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Tagged creation, dream, form, God, John Biscello, Muse, poem, Poetry, posse, spirit
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Dryad
Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare.
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Tagged boughs, dream, Dryad, fashion, haiku, John Biscello, mystical, nature, passion, poem, velvet
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