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Tag Archives: dreams
Once
The face you don’t see, marred by Love’s forfeit and cease– She was the one, once.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged artwork painting, dreams, haiku, John Biscello, loss, love, mask, pain, poem, Poetry, Rouault, tragedy, tragic clown
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Course
Parched voices quicken, defying Time by true course– words ripen slowly.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, haiku, John Biscello, literature, passion, poem, Poetry, quill, time, words, writing
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Unrequited
Pale girl’s greenest grief, fleeced by soft seedless petals– Hands blooming to freeze.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged death, dreams, grief, haiku, hamlet, innocence, John Biscello, love, Ophelia, poem, Poetry, shakespeare, unrequited love
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Nocturne
By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black, Blue, dreams, haiku, impressionistic, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, moody, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry, river
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Lullaby
Dreaming, a tactile lullaby by which to set course.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, child, dreaming, dreams, John Biscello, love, lullaby, mother, painting, poem, Poetry
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Red
Never before seen footage of lives dreamed in red- set fire to curtains.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Black Lodge, Cinema, david lynch, dreams, dreamscape, haiku, John Biscello, parallelism, poem, Poetry, Surrealism, Twin Peaks
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Gold
Vertigo in gold, soul baited aloft, unmoored– sleep rounded with dreams.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art nouveau, Artwork, dreams, Fulfilled, Gold, Gustav Klimt, haiku, John Biscello, painting, poem, Poetry, shakespeare, spirals
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Moliere Dreams of Noir
It was a blue Monday when she walked into my office, flaming red and smoking green– Drink this, she said, it will make you bigger– it was then that I realized, the gun in my pocket, the stubs in the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged absinthe, dreams, green fairy, invalid, John Biscello, la fee verte, moliere, noir, poem, Poetry, poster
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Snap
It was the cold snap of the glyphic branch that awakened him to the grave misunderstanding between fall and winter and the nature of dreams unlived.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, dreams, forest, John Biscello, nature, poem, Poetry, season, Winter, woods
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Girl
Shrouded in white fire, barred from true exit, she, a marvelous and fearful shudder, is torn mysteriously from dreams rounded by the sleep of babes fitted to gallows.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, ghost, girl, haunted, John Biscello, Literary, photo, poem, Poetry
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