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Tag Archives: poem
Firsting Impression
It happens fast, this life— the first trembling chapter of an impending sneeze, the half-slitted stutter of a lid’s ambition to wink– We are, timewise, less than these things in the gaugeless cosmic scheme. And yet beyond these words, and … Continue reading
Red Balloon
A red balloon says so much about the sky, and the weightless wonder of children, when desire, bated aloft by the sun, gives free-spirited chase to the play of light on basking reams of nimbus and lore.
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Tagged free play, John Biscello, migration patterns, poem, the unbearable lightness of balloons
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Send to Returner
At the edge of a weathered postcard, the faintest glisten, by which memory holds true and offers proof–There were people, a trip, a sea, clouds, fragile patterns, mist. There was this life, where we dreamed, where we loved, and so … Continue reading
How the Heart Sings
The heart, a nocturnal flower, with light on its lips, holds in tenderest esteem every single thing under the sun, budding to perish, to seed praise without fetters or distinction.
The Moon and Me
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 alien and distant, something belonging … Continue reading
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Tagged fly me to the moon, good night moon, in praise of, John Biscello, lunar dreamscaping, poem, trip to the moon
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The Slow Road Traveled
The slow road marvels at the sunken footprints of its travelers, who, registering countless steps, signed heaven to earth, at a pace befitting a wanderer’s known paradise.
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Tagged John Biscello, poem, slow road to heaven, step by step, this human pace, walk this way
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Turn, Turn, Turn
Practice makes practice, a craft and mantra, through which one enters and abides Mystery, wordless, longing, a skinny blade of grass bending to kiss the dew that mirrors clouds turning to breath upon the earth turning. to dust.
Yellow
Behind the scenes of a persona, packed and bundled, the changeless weather of yellow, a light, sounded, to enter.
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Tagged basking, humming, John Biscello, persona non, poem, radiance spreads, the weather within, Yellow
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Phoenix
Remembered to the calling of ashes, the lasting phoenix gives due form to a ceremony wakened by the leavings of wind.
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Tagged ash birthday, John Biscello, mythology, phoenix, poem, wind and fire
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Calling
Beyond the slimmest margins, a paling, a cooling, where you can assume the role of engaged witness and translate intimacy into a remembered calling, a friend without want or ceiling.
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Tagged as above so below, intimacy's reign, John Biscello, outside the margins, poem
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