Tag Archives: Poetry

Keen

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Her secret refuge, at childhood’s keen edge, flirting with grace on the rim.

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Music

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

To listen with eyes, in a forest of deep blue– Music spiring dreams.   (Image by Christian Marclay)

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Film Still

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

She, the heroine, in the still of her own life– Christ, how far to go?   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Albert Camus

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Stranger to near self, he tracked existential crumbs to a chance verdict.   (Photo of Albert Camus by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Literacy

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Survivors bible, How to Fall and Get Back Up– In slapstick we trust.      

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Near

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

So near to this thing, this love, chastened, on shore’s edge– Forever, dear, yes.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Breadth

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

To revel in awe, just cause for breathing deep, slow, breadth taking you in.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Exult

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

At the pinnacle, hallelujah knows no bounds– To exult, boldly.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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No Runway Required

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

How come no one ever asks, What are you metaphysically wearing right now? Are you basking in translucent skivvies, rocking spangled self-awareness, dream-dropping golden drawers and grace-lace in multi-storied tatters, are you so flagrantly naked right now, candle-wax-drip in a … Continue reading →

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Fate

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Patience, ennobled, paused on the cusp of fate — Death waits in the wings.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)  

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