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Tag Archives: poem
Rising
Dreams, undeferred, coupled with Hope, that thing unfettered, to keep us company and warm our solitude, as we stumble bravely through a long night’s journey into the bated gospel of days rising to claim us.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, faith, hope, John Biscello, juneteenth, love, poem, Poetry, transformation, we the people, what dreams may come
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Tenor
The difference between I am here and I was here is delicately slight, and not really a matter of tense but rather one of plaited tenor and climate, in which degrees, separating our ghost from our dreams, keeps us shivering … Continue reading
Found Blue
We do not enter the bluest hours, they come upon us, tender fugue and gallows silk, where we, in blatant trembling sheerness, are revealed to ourselves as the bated wisps between air and perish.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blue hours, course of revelations, deathly silk, John Biscello, poem, sheerness, softly now softly
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The Writing Life
Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged in progress, John Biscello, lyrical living, poem, Poetry, Prose, sneak-peek, the craft, the writing life, word by word
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Shed
Eavesdropping, at dream’s edge, where memory pools to silver and risk seeks its own level, a new silence breathes like silk upon my fool’s fate to shed lightly, and cherish.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, poem, shedding, silver linings, the new silence, the way of the fool
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How the Light Gets In
The information is wrong, or in drastic need of revision— Do not stay strong, but rather bless your broken softly, and dare to inherit strength by its supplest means and tenderest turns toward the unknown, calling.
Losing my Religion
Religion of rain, I prayed to get wet, and then entered her slowly.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bodies as loveletters, Eros in Neptune, haiku, John Biscello, moistening, poem, pure rain, the wetness of transcendence
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You Are Your Own Best Sorcerer
By risk of wonder, magic teeming in the air— Claims, in thrall to dusk.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dream a little dream, haiku, John Biscello, poem, sorcery for beginners, twilight sparkle, wonderwheeling
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