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Tag Archives: moon
Born Blues
I am the foster child of rampant insular lyricism. In it I was raised wild and came meekly to regard the moon as a shotgun blast from the mouth of eternity. I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid, blood … Continue reading
Moonstruck
From scratch, we dig out what we think the moon owes us– Lore of attraction.
Rise
Infinite potential is a glimmer and a wink, a nod from the moon to the tides, where you agree to go under a spell, and sing yourself to rise, in the poached dark.
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Tagged faith, hope fueled fancy, moon, poem, singing in the dark, tides
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Reap
By the light of the autumn moon, she became, as always, a legend true to her own scythe and reaping.
Lovers
Between true lovers, a throbbing flight of totems, carved from moon and ash.
She Weeps
Victory is the epilogue to squabble. And its prelude too. That is, when your bayonet plunges into the ribcage or spleen of another version of you, the moon weeps slow silver rivers of tears, unconsoled by the glitteringly indifferent stars, … Continue reading
It’s A Moon Thing
Here, then, is the poet’s most holy and vocational duty– to clarify, beyond the rabble and ill communication, something flowingly equivalent to the reflection of the moon on dark rippling waters, sated, briefly, in savvy communion with what lies beneath.
Moonstruck
I never learned the secret delicious recipe of making a poem from moon, or the bluest glacial moon-cheese from any of my teachers. It wasn’t their fault. They might have regarded the moon as something distant, something belonging to astronauts, … Continue reading
Why I Love the Moon
You, Moon, told me a secret when I was a child– Make wonder your compass, your true north, abide by its magnetic tow, and you will never get lost, not truly, and your soul will make for warm, favored company. … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, lunar eclipse, moon, poem, supermoon, tribute, Whistler
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John Biscello 