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Tag Archives: poem
Anais Nin
Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading
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Tagged anais nin, Beauty, creative process, diary, dreams, invention, John Biscello, labyrinth, literature, poem, Poetry, tribute, woman, writer, writer's life
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Pagan
Between blades and pines, she lay still, spreading forest to stars that filled her.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blades, consummation, feral, forest, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, pagan, pines, poem, Stars, union, woods
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N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
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Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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Arc
Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art.
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Tagged art, birthday, craft, haiku, identity, John Biscello, poem, soul, spirit, the writer's life
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Pour
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
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Tagged Blue, clouds, found, gazing, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lost, nature, poem, pour, sky
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Wilds
Slow down, my brave child, where wilds grow, soul is taken– You star your own fate.
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Tagged child, dream, fate, haiku, John Biscello, poem, soul, spirit, star, wild
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Feathers
Song, caught in her hair, something about torn feathers, running, blue to form.
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Tagged Blue, dream, feathers, girl, haiku, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, running, song, torn
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Begin
No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.
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Tagged begin, haiku, here and now, I, John Biscello, mythology, poem, self, soul, spirit
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Unabated
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
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Tagged birthday, breath, freedom, hope, John Biscello, new beginning, new chapter, poem, rebirth, soul, unabated, unfettered, window
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Fount
I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace.
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Tagged dark, fount, grace, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lungs, poem, singing, song
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