Tag Archives: haiku

Hotel Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.

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Haunt

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Even last call could not keep the dead away from their favorite haunt.

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Ghost Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.

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Pitch

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.

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Witness

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness.

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Parcel

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Dreams washed up on shore, all part of Beauty’s parcel, to move us, then fade.

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Kite

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss.

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Wavelength

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Michelangelo met Neptune, and they sculpted on the same wavelength.

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Tracks

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Life’s fast tracking shots, no impressions are lasting– Gull’s far-off screeching.

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Seer

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Borges, the blind seer, man of many labyrinths, at dawn’s edge, a flare.

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