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Tag Archives: life
Days
From the series, Japan Poems. Summer day, parched plants– Kettled filled with cold water borne by the old man.
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Tagged care, haiku, japan, life, niigata, old man, plants, poem, street scene, watering can
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Elegy
From the series, Japan Poems At the rooted center and trembling wake of this elegant haunted universe symmetry and chorus call upon us intimately as first and last witnesses emptying out to the grief and cherish of every taken breath … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged bamboo forest, breath, death, japan, kyoto, landscape, life, poem, Poetry, symmetry, trees
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Flicker
From the series, Japan Poems. We are here, but briefly, finite exhales threaded to infinite digressions, nowhere and now here minding a slip of the tongue, a merciful spell of passage shedding lightly to no known ends.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged cemetery, infinite, japan, life, niigata, poem, the journey, vigil
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Postcard from the Edge
Posted in Poetry
Tagged days of mourning, grief, life, loss, poem, sadness, what dreams may come
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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.
John Biscello 