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Tag Archives: poem
Awake
I awoke early and took my sweet time getting ready to exist in the way and who I wanted to become.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged awakening, dream, existence, John Biscello, life, poem, self-actualization, self-fullfillment, the way, the who, time
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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.
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Tagged Beauty, craft, dark, dream, husk, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, love's labor, net, poem, shadow, writing
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Ravels
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
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Tagged Beauty, dark, deveotion, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, luscious, poem, ravels, sadness, text, writing
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Ink
Devotion, the day you ink small miracles in a palm not your own.
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Tagged devotion, dream, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, love, miracles, poem
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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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Skein
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.
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Tagged Desire, devotion, intimacy, John Biscello, love, lust, poem, Poetry, sexual
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Clemency
At love’s wake, Clemency, claiming the casualty of mask, bleeds gently the half-moon lids of pink and purpose, how we chance to fade into strangers at the risk of memory.
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Tagged casulaty, clemency, dream, John Biscello, love, meek, memory, moon, poem, relationship, romance
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Compass
Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.
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Tagged compass, crumbs, devotion, guidance, impossible, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, shadow
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Measure
A sense of removal raveled in intimacy and ghostly union, a sense of closeness achieved on the periphery where fools dance an impossible jig to fulfill absence.
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Tagged art, closeness, creativity, dance, dream, ghosts, intimacy, jig, John Biscello, measure, poem, words
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God’s Word Against Mine
And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within.
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Tagged artist, creative, creator, God, Goddess, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rebirth, spirit, woman
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