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Tag Archives: Poetry
Man on a Bicycle
The man, to make a living, had plastered hundreds of faces upon walls, but there was something about this one which held him captive. It wasn’t just the stardom of her name, its siren-call, but the sheer magnitude of artifice, … Continue reading
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Tagged Beauty, bicycle, Brassai, carnival, dream, face, image, John Biscello, Marlene Dietrich, photo, poem, Poetry, poster, siren, star
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Scene
She was an accident waiting to happen, came the whispers. Not the kind of woman you’d want to be seen out with, muttered one Mack to another. I always knew she’d wind up like this, cried a woman, mirroring her … Continue reading
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Tagged city, crime, crime scene, crowd, John Biscello, mannequin, mob, photo, poem, Poetry, weegee, witnesses
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Anne and the Clouds
Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.
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Tagged anne sexton, cherish, clouds, distance, John Biscello, photo, poem, poet, Poetry, sadness, serenity
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Diane Arbus
The camera, doesn’t revolt upon you, per se, but its mirror, when reversed, convicts an image which forges your name, if not your identity. (Photo by Allan Arbus)
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Tagged allan arbus, close-up, craft, diane arbus, face, identity, image, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry
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Soft Focus
After the fall, and subsequent radiant slumber, the child awoke to find the new world awash in lullaby, and dream-soft slips of focus. (Photo by Heather Ross)
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Tagged child, dream, focus, heather ross, John Biscello, lake, new world, photo, poem, Poetry, slumber, vision
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Sublime
The mouth, birthing a migrant kiss, begs gravity’s pardon in raising lips to a sublime arc.
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Tagged arc, gravity, impossible, John Biscello, kiss, longing, mouth, passion, poem, Poetry, romance
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Indelible
To ebb, the startling clarity of a stolen kiss sentenced to null and ghost, to lips indelibly parted then closed.
Enclosure
Sometimes, it is just a marginal thatch of shadow slivering a cheek, or the rounded vowel of dimple puckering brazenly a bare knee, or the laser surgery performed on my small, fearful history, by a stray, smoldering gaze, it could … Continue reading
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Tagged distance, enclosure, intimacy, John Biscello, kiss, knees, longing, passion, poem, Poetry, shadow, yearning
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Soma
It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.
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Tagged Beauty, bloom, flower, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, seasons, soma, somatic, spirit, spring, Winter
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Gauge
If, in words I found you wanting, lean to perish, would silence bestow a second, surer opinion?
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Tagged communication, exchange, gauge, John Biscello, language, poem, Poetry, relationship, silence, words
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