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Tag Archives: Poetry
Spoor
Hazarding a cede, to spoor feral shoots, or, Inspiration, a ward’s vigilant yield toward a mysterious charge.
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Tagged inspiration, John Biscello, Literary, photography, Poetry, spoor
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Sow
Inviolate, the shallow impress of bird’s feet in snow, or, how love, in chronic yield, metes time to sow.
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Tagged birds, John Biscello, Literary, love, Poetry, snow
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Toll
Winter, tolling the climes of Grief’s wraith, or, how the feathers of first snow, falling, chasten the dead in lasting refrain.
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Tagged grief, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, prague, snow, Winter
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Climes
Grief, engendering the climes of Winter’s wraith, or, how the sound of white fire, falling, in reverse, encloses the dead in penitent refrain.
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Tagged ghost, grief, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, prague, snow, Winter
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Fetters
Between worlds, the vetted reaping of Memory, where wings once brushed rash pink, or, how an angel, ennobling fetters, loses sleep to grievous mortal claims.
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Tagged angel, angel of grief, feathers, grace, grief, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Poetry
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Filigree
And on the eighth day, gospel and inviolate, the Moon went on a bender, pouring silver chaste with salve, or, how the world, toddling due course, filigreed the necessary dark by grieving jointly.
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Tagged healing, J.W. Turner, John Biscello, Literary, moon, nocturne, Poetry, silver
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Pearl
In the shadow of a stray leaf, the ribbed modeling of pearlescent light, Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature, unsigned.
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Tagged autumn, fall, John Biscello, Light, Literary, pearl, Poetry, shadow, solitude
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Fold
small hands, immeasurable in their dignity and brood, folding paper cranes as grief rises to level tender shoots
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Tagged crane, dignity, grief, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, prayer
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The Ash Tree
She, supplicant to none and all, faring Heaven’s lighted grief, boughs between silent worlds, citing impartial Grace.
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Tagged Artwork, ash tree, grace, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, teruko wilde, tree
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Catalog
I have begun to name and catalog the different types of dark. It helps. Warm-dark, cave-dark, void-dark, womb-dark, sleep-dark, Eros-dark, blank-dark, siege-dark, and there is the anonymous dark that gets in your head and behind your eyes and in your … Continue reading
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Tagged catalog, dark, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, rain, window
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