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Tag Archives: poem
Fade-In
We are not here to tiptoe through the garden at night. We balance on the edge of a slow-whirling blade, a smooth silver plane with teeth, belonging to a star, unnamed, its heart a fiery proof and fade of joy … Continue reading
Decree
If you are wondering what is happening to the earth, or what that sound is you hear at night, halfway between dream and mortar, rest easy, it is simply women waking up to move mountains, by order of the Moon’s … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, love is real, mother knows best, mountain relocation program, poem, waking women
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Scarring
There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.
Hotel Story
Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, hotel, John Biscello, nostalgia, poem, romance
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Cape
A spectral, widespreading cape of lavender misting the seascape, and in the distance, a house, fronted by palms looking like shadowy pom-poms, its windows lighted eyes blazing swaths of yellow to imbibe the encroaching nocturne.
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Tagged beach, cape, John Biscello, lavender, mist, poem
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Illustory
The sky, a photographic illusion, a veiled overlay, which the sun, in this starring instance, burns through from behind, creating a pinhole aperture through which one can vision proof of eternity, and its unending volumes of light.
Elegy
At the risk of harbor, emptiness pools where hearts marvel in sync with grief’s ruins.
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Tagged grief, how hearts, John Biscello, love, marvel & sorrow, poem
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An Affair to Remember
Unscripted, unbound, wind’s summer fling with towel– Love, gently aired, seeks.
Door II
When the trap door fell, he remembered who he was– Peter Pan leapt, soared.
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, magic, peter pan flys again, poem
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Door
There is a legend of a door hidden from hearts– How stones, unturned, scar.
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Tagged door, dream, heart, John Biscello, mexico, otherworldly, poem
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