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The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next. Advertisements
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grace, haiku, John Biscello, lush, Poetry, red rose, rose, spirit, torch
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Benign
Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss. (Watercolor by Henry Miller)
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Tagged Artwork, buddha, clown, cosmos, dream, flower, henry miller, John Biscello, love, peace, poemm haiku, serene, watercolor, writing
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Scent
Suspicion assails, Why did he give this to me? The scent of a trail. (Artwork by Paul Klee)
Superstar
Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading
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Tagged adore, Edie Sedgwick, fame, flower, haiku, Jesus christ, joan of arc, John Biscello, photo, poem, rose, thorns
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Sheath
Dancing blue-black flame soloing among soft sheaths– ballet’s fragrant leaps. (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)
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Tagged Artwork, ballet, blue rose, flower, Georgia O' Keefe, haiku, John Biscello, painter, painting, poem, sensual
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Soma
It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.
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Tagged Beauty, bloom, flower, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, seasons, soma, somatic, spirit, spring, Winter
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Gist
The manic blush and titter of young love is no serum nor mirage, but rather the gist of bloom martyred so soon to thorns.
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Tagged bloom, flower, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, romance, thorns, young love
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Cherish
Blossom, hue of vetted contradiction, between cherish and fade– Hours, like thorns, slow burn to chasten.
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Tagged Beauty, blosom, camellia, chasten, contradiction, flower, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, pure, white
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Rare
This is how I grieve– words, pearlescent to glean, and bare, poured, like so much light, on petals bruised by touch and Beauty rare.
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grief, John Biscello, love, pearlescent, petals, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, tears, touch, weeping, words, writing
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Rose is a Rose is a Rose
Enfolding vortex, chambers of rose burial– to die claiming love. (Kiss from a Rose © Harold Davis. Used with permission.)
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Tagged burial, death, flower, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, romance, rose, vortex
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