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Tag Archives: life
Slant
There are no promissory notes in life, there are fugitive scraps upon which we can opt to scribble our heart’s mind, and most tender sublime, tatters registered to light’s lilting slant, granting us grace from unexpected angles.
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Tagged heart, John Biscello, life, Light, love, poem, slant, soul
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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
Reckon
You, true to your own scythe, perpetrate with fierce love, small necessary deaths, you, whispering sweet winged words of encouragement to your reaper, Hurry now, slowly, and bless my broken softly, bless every last ghost through the numinous host of … Continue reading
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Tagged death, John Biscello, life, love, poem, reaper, resurrection, self
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Sculpt
To sculpt, with just the right amount of brandish, and restraint, how you, art to your own crumble and chasten, exact marvel, slowly, at the Muse’s favored bidding.
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Tagged art, creation, John Biscello, life, Muse, poem, Poetry, spirit
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Sincerely Yours
Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.
Growing Young
I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmos, dreams, exisential, God, John Biscello, life, mystery, old age, out of womb blues, poem, Prose, soul, Source, spirit, youth
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No Dominion
It was about time, epitaph planned in advance– Will you dance with me?
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Tagged dance, death, Dylan Thomas, epitaph, gallow's humor, grave, haiku, immortality, John Biscello, life, poem
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Pearl Diver
She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.
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Tagged breath, breathign, dream, girl, haiku, John Biscello, life, master, pearl, pearl diver, poem, spirit, water, woman
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Starseed
Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, birth, child, cosmos, izumi yokoyama, John Biscello, life, midwife, night bloom, painting, phaiku, poem, starseed
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Ashes to Ashes
Out of the ash-heap, she imagined something new would emerge, but when the wind blew and scattered the ashes to reveal nothing but scorch-marks upon scarred earth, she understood, with a great sense of loss, that form followed function only … Continue reading
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Tagged ashes, dust, faith, John Biscello, life, phoenix, poem, Poetry, rebirth, spirit, wind, woman
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