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Tag Archives: Light
Cup
The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cup, heart, John Biscello, Light, poem, Poetry, prayer, release, rimless, song, surrender
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Of Time and the River
One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do. Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged amen, art, creation, creativity, dreams, grief, Heaven, John Biscello, life, Light, love, mortality, mourning, praise, Prose, self-expression, shadow, story, writing
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Husk
The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, craft, dark, dream, husk, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, love's labor, net, poem, shadow, writing
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Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
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Tagged angel, burning, fire, glass, hands, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, river, sound, white fire
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Coyote, a Christmas Story
Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged animal, christmas, coyote, dark, John Biscello, Light, love, New Mexico, rebirth, soul, spirit, story, tale, Taos, totem, Winter
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Glean
It came to me, a pensive glean, a vision. Tomorrowtime when we, the Inners, will no longer just be metaphysical whispers or codified concepts. Tomorrowtime when the Outers will have found the means to extrapolate us, to call us into … Continue reading
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Tagged air, awakening, cherish, door, dream, inner, inner children, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, rebirth, rip, slit, tear, unison
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Golem
To become more or less human, and right now I am less, much less, palsied, unlit, a compulsory golem riveting shallows and depths.
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Tagged abandoned, depths, golem, human, John Biscello, Light, photo, poem, rebirth, ruins, shallows, unlit
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Arclight
Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed shawls … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, birth, dream, eptiaph, fire, God, John Biscello, Light, Mark Rothko, poem, Poetry, red, Yellow
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Pour
So much light poured in, so much passive worth.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celestial, child, dream, God, John Biscello, Light, love, luminous, mushi-shi, poem, river of light, spirit
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Winter, a Love Story
Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading
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